Her eyes were closed and her lips were slightly open. I could feel her warm breath on my face. I slowly pulled back and then gently slipped into her...enjoying the perfect fit of her pussy on my shaft. She was limp under me as I continued to slide out and back into her.After a minute she opened her eyes as stared up at me. Her expression was so serious and she studied my face like she was trying to memorize it. I began moving in slightly harder pressing against her mound at the end of each. Another horrified squeal of laughter came out of the woman on the phone at the two’s antics, and she got out of her chair, quickly leaving the room, cell phone clutched in her hand. ‘Oh, my God, you guys,’ Jane finally said, her head snapping up. The action caused the hood of her sweatshirt to fall back, her hair, a long, wavy mix of dark blonde tangles, cascading over her shoulders. The look on her face was nothing short of a full-blown case of mortification, and had her cheeks not gone a. .. I could wash your hair for you."I agreed and sat up for her to shampoo and rinse my hair. As her fingers ran through my hair, I felt her warm boobs against my shoulder several times which sent a tingling feeling to my groin. The smell of her purfume was intoxicating and I felt strangly aroused but relaxed at the same time. My hair was now washed and toweled dry and I thought, although a little weird, this was nice and took me back to my c***dhood."Right, mister!" she suddenly said "stand up. The lab was really an old house that was fairly isolated, and it was there that the coke was brought by couriers like Jerry, handed over and prepared for distribution to a network of dealers across the South of London. Word had started to spread across the Manor about the beating of one of the dealers. In pubs and clubs people were talking in whispers and the amount of money of the reward had grown with the telling each time, so that it was now being said that for the information about Patrick.