Written on the poster boards are the men's names.Take a minute and match up the photos with the names."Chris had the most photos but seemed the most c...nfused. Jack took justfifteen seconds to match up his five photos. Todd took longer andseemed more deliberate. Chris still didn't seem very sure and ended upjust tossing down his photos, barely looking at them.Samantha walked over and looked from the photos to her clipboard andthen back again. She did a quick tally and said, "Out of eleven. As I stare at her through the telescope, I can see that she is talking to somebody, Trevor her husband I presume, who is not in view. Then out of the shadows, I can see him move forward, he too is wearing a matching dressing gown, but his is bulging out at the front. Partly due to a small beer gut, but mainly as it is very clear he is hard and erect. Stepping up behind Elaine he puts his hands on her shoulders and is slowly rubbing his hard cock against her arse. She smiles, but continues to. "Every word was drawn out longer than necessary, my mind was reeling. There was no way I could explain what was happening to my shaking form. I felt as if I was going to explode if I couldn't get out what I was feeling. It was getting to the point where it was almost painful. Being filled with such pleasure and never breaking the point, having no way to let out how I was feeling. I was trapped within my own building orgasm.I finally pushed over the boiling point, my swollen red lips splitting. I didn't know who this Sharon was, but I likedher. This was when the news anchor, a guy called Damon, butted in."Sorry to break this up, but we have breaking news on exactly thissubject. Our reporter on the scene is Diane Wheatley." The screen changedto a smartly dressed woman, with my house in the background. A quick peekfrom behind the living room curtains confirmed that this was live."Thanks Damon," Diane said. "Just a few moments ago, the young man whomade the press aware of Matilda Nixon,.