”Helena replied. “They found a body on a yacht yesterday, the paper description matches him, here is the paper.” he read the paper with interest...“How can I get to see the body to confirm?” he asked.Helena explained “Please don’t involve me but Ben can assist. I trust Ben, he is my personal solicitor, please trust him, he will help you.” She called Ben in and explained what Tony needed. Ben agreed to drive Tony to Tweed Police and view the body. They left to view the body.Suzanne came into Ben’s. They apparently had often discussed having somebody film them having sex, but had always shied away from it. However, they felt they knew me well enough, but as I also lived across the Atlantic, I was in someways a stranger rather than one of their friends so I fitted the bill for them. I thought long and hard. I was married, but filming would not be unfaithful, would it? After all it would be Holly and Scott having sex, and I would be behind the camera; so I agreed. Well, eventually the day. When I got to the kegs, Kristin smiled at me, "Hi, Clint, I see you got all dressed up for the party." Only the best for you guys!" I replied. I was wearing the same old ratty, Moody Blues, shirt and dirty jeans that I had worked on my car in."Glad you could make it," Rick said as he handed me a beer."I wouldn't miss it," I replied as we raised our glasses in a toast.We shot the shit for a while, and I was taking in the scene when I first laid eyes on her. She was about thirty feet away, and. I gave a deep sigh, all my muscle tension draining away but, like Jake, I left my cock in place as I relaxed.I lay back and enjoyed the view as Steve continued to fuck my wife's face energetically. It took maybe five more minutes for Melanie to bring him off, but when she did he just kept coming and coming and coming! Melanie's throat was pulsing as she swallowed mouthful after mouthful until he was finally spent, whereupon she licked the head of his dick clean, then licked his cock all over.