I can feel them harden at his touch. He lowers his head again, kissing my lips, working his way down over my neck and collarbone, down to my chest an... he takes a nipple between his lips. I arch my back, almost pleading with him to stop. I can’t take the exquisite torture. He gives the same attention to the other nipple, gently licking, sucking and biting on it. I moan quietly, trying to catch my breath. I push him back to where he is lying on the bed while I am still straddling his waist. I. " Okay, I am going to mention some names and you tell me if any of them are familiar." Okay." Glen Buske?" No. I know Glen and his wife. It wasn't Glen." Carl Gargas?" The Mayor? No, it wasn't him." How about Robert Kelley?" No." George Kasperek?" Kasperek? That might be it. Yes, I think that was the name. Kasperek," Mrs. Boland said in an excited voice. "Does that help?" Yes, it does. Thank you very much." Did he have something to do with my husband's murder?" I don't know yet but I am going. Then just as we where just about to be seated she said, "Kim, I think you might know one of the speakers". I looked back at the lecture that was handed to us a few minutes ago and noticed one of my college buddies names. I just looked at Mary and asked her if she is talking about the same person and after I pointed out the Paris Watson name she told me that was the person that she was referring to. I didn't have the chance to ask her, because before I could four individuals started walking on. " Brad said grinning as he got the idea.Selecting one bag, Cynthia disappeared into the bathroom. A short time later, she emerged pretty much her normal self, well almost. Her hair was now shoulder length, blonde, and styled in a sort of 60's Flip. She was wearing a simple off-whites dress with a pale pink and blue floral pattern, the kind a young lady might have worn to church in that time period. Completing the look, she wore white gloves that flared to lace at the wrist and her shoes were.