“Wow,” Amelia spoke sleepily.Her hair was wild, her light blue singlet a snug fit around her shapely breasts and faded cotton pyjama pants hung lo... off her hips. In the evening air her nipples rose to attention.“My eyes are up here.”When he met them, they were smiling. He cleared his throat.“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.”“Wait, wait. Before you turn this into something out of Love Actually just get inside.”And just like that, Bingo followed mutely.Pyjama-clad Amelia led him. A couple of wayward drops of cum dripped from the man’s cock and fell on the clean sheet of the bed. A stream of cummy liquid leaked from the woman’s too-full pussy.No reproachful words of self-condemnation came to either lustful lover’s mind. Jason was comforted by remembering a promise he’d made to his dear wife before she departed her earthly form. He had pledged that he would make a place in his bed some day for another woman. Angela was comforted by knowing that her mother would probably. She felt contentment. Even though the sheet under her bottom was wet and sticky, she was contented. Claire was contented too a week ago. Contented with her life; contented with her career, contented with her marriage, contented with her sex life. But then on that fateful Thursday she had gone to lunch with Karl. A faithful, contented wife had been shown true contentment. They had seduced her; they had tricked her into giving up her virtue; cajoled her into spreading her legs for them. She had. There’s no real doubt in my mind, and in many others, that he did order her murder. And it’s also strongly believed he ordered other killings as well. Some people believe he was at least partially responsible for the attack on Queen Beatrice just before last Christmas.”“She wasn’t hurt, was she?”“No. She was damn lucky though. The bomb went off early, so would have just missed her had she been on time, but of course as you know she was running a few minutes late anyway. More crucially though,.