We were all pretty nervous, but we had compiled a report.Fuck me! Talk about a firing squad.We were grilled for about four hours. It seemed that every...bit of evidence was questioned as to its validity and if we used correct procedures in acquiring it. Hearing that evidence had gone missing or had been tampered with, had made several of the delegates very unhappy.We got a break when they stopped for lunch halfway through. We were, however, detained and guarded. We were not happy to be split up. They could see all that and, of course they could see Luke. They really hadn’t expected him to come. He was so stubborn, always so stubborn. He had taken it into his head to go through with this madness and no one had the remotest chance of talking him out of it. That was probably why he had insisted on coming alone. Not that they would ever have allowed that. He was standing in the middle of the courtyard, oblivious to everyone. Sometimes his eyes fixed on the coffin and sometimes they rose. I couldn't help but notice the bulges in those guys shorts. After several drinks and some good smoke things began to get going. Andrea started it off by taking off her bikini bottom and pulling Tim's hard cock out. She began giving him a slow sexy blow job, Matt and I sat and watched. Andrea stopped long enough to tell Matt and me to take off our shorts. When we did Matt's cock sprang out already hard, it looked to be at least an eight inches while mine just hung there completely soft. Matt. The old man continued to look at her as he pretended to read the newspaper. She loved to display herself like this to the old man. Next day she thought she would hitch her sari between her thighs like the Marathi fisherwomen in films and see how he reacted. The old man has started fondling his dick causally as he saw her bahu engaged in the household activity. This was a daily routine. Sometimes she let fall off her anchal so that the man could see her sumptuous melons. She raised her hair.