Hunter, my radar has picked up two bogies. Are there any of our flying boxes in this area? Over." No, Ann, there are none. What do you want to do? Ove...." Since they must be aliens operating them, can we take them out? I want to try something that may send them down without making them crash. Over." Okay, go ahead. Use your judgment. I trust you to do the right thing. Worcester out."I could almost hear Ann beam at my last statement. Meanwhile, I was hoping that I had done the right thing. Later,. Madhu kept her one hand on Rajesh’s hand and helped him press her boob harder. Madhu’s other hand was rubbing her pussy.She was feeling each stroke of Rajesh’s dick as she kept rubbing. Rajesh was kissing Madhu’s neck, biting her ears. Madhu took her hand and caress Rajesh’s face and his hair as he made love to her. Rajesh lifted Madhu’s thigh and pushed his dick more inside.Madhu: Ah! Rajesh that is deep. Oh, fuck. (to herself) Sudha is my sister and her husband is fucking me. I should not. And so began 141’s final chapter.Nine years ago 141 came under it’s final owner… Mr and Mrs Stamp - a couple of notorious repute. The king and Queen of the swinging scene. 141 became known as The Townhouse. A den for infamous sex parties.Townhouse catered for all needs. Swinging, cuckolding, BDSM, all niches covered.~A police sergeant whistled with his fingers in his mouth. “Detectives. This way please. Got two possible witnesses.”.Blakely walked towards the policeman with a spring in his step.. ”“Okay, I guess. Goodnight, Grady. I like you a lot.”“I like you a lot too. Goodnight.”I came down stairs and Grace had coffee by the stuffed chair on a small table. “Sit there. You’re probably wondering about Susan?’’“Not really my business, but you’re offering and I’ll hear you out. Who’s funeral did Susan go to?”“It is Jake’s biological father. He was the donor, anyway. His name is Cary. Susan unknowingly made a poor choice in someone to love. He was a man a few years older than she. I met.