In between pecks Beth confessed that for as long she could remember, she had a thing about female cyclists. ‘Something about their curvy hips and pl...mp arses,’ she said, adding a peck. ‘Something about their strong thighs, squeezed into the skintight lycra!’ She added a peck. ‘Something about the compressed padding on the back of the saddle. I’d wonder what their shorts would smell like.’ She added a peck. ‘I had a thing for the German and English Olympic cyclists. My hands would be inside my. "Oh that's my train being called – so I've got to go Peter ... I'll see you tomorrow ... and wish me luck!"He didn't even get a chance to do that though, since the line went dead signifying she had cut him off.Marcus stood in front of him."Well?" he demanded heatedly.Peter shrugged uncomfortably. "It's like I told you, Miranda is making plans to move away ... down to London it seems, she's arranged for a couple of job interviews for tomorrow and is even as we speak – boarding a train to take. Within easy traveling distance of DC, the nations capital. They have a group of doctors and engineers from John Hopkins, Harvard, Sanford, and the Massachusetts Institute of Technology among others gathered at Walter Reed. All of them working on some hush, hush project.” Morgan related looking proud of herself as she surveyed the other people in the room.“So how do we find out what they are doing, “Oh, Great and Wonderful Sorceress Morgan le Fay”?” Max asked meekly.“Since you asked so nicely. He spoke to her... "That's a good whore, Cathy. Take all of my big black dick, you dirty cunt. Yeah, slut...you're loving having a real cock ain't you?" He was laughing as he said it. "Oh my God yes! I love your big black cocks! Use my married pussy!" Good slut." Then he spoke to me."Hey boy, lick your slut wife's ass while she's riding my big cock. Get that ass ready for Robert. Get it all wet and slippery 'cuz my boy's hung like a fucking mule. Ha ha ha."I crawled onto the bed and they slowed.