I had noticed another Harley on the way in. We took the elevator up. We exited and started walking down the hall. "543, 544, 545, here we are." Goblin...said walking. I reached out and knocked on the door. Nothing. I wiggled the door handled. Locked. "You know what this means." I said grabbing my glock. Once everyone had their guns drawn I took a couple steps back, then I took one big one toward the door and kicked it by the handle. We funneled inside like something out of a swat movie. "Clear!". Mel said, “Yes. Let me introduce them to you. This lovely red head is Megan O’Neil.”Stephen looked at the red head. She was wearing a Notre Dame sweatshirt that was about two sizes too big and sweat pants. It was impossible to tell what she looked like under the baggy clothes. Outside of her hair color, she could have been Mel’s twin.He said, “Hello, Megan.”“Hello, Stephen,” Megan replied.Mel said, “Would you like to tell Stephen how you came to be here?”“Sure,” Megan said. “I’m graduating from. For one, this indictment was handed down by a grand jury in Denver. Denver! On Earth. The members of this grand jury were not citizens of Mars. They were not my peers. I was never given the opportunity to answer to any of these so-called charges leveled against me. I was never questioned a single time about these charges by any federal officers. Does this sound like a fair and impartial investigation?"Some might say that an indictment is merely a charge and that if I'm innocent it will be. Pete held himself motionless, letting my wife savor the feel of his giant member stretching her to the max. Then, as he started to pump in and out, I moved up to her face and she took me in her mouth, sucking madly.My wife was taking all Pete could give her and begging for more. He decided after a while to take her from behind, little realizing that this was Jan’s favorite position. He pulled out and turned her over so her ass was sticking up in the air. What a sight!Pete pushed back into her.