Nathan had slipped the contents that Susan had found in a separate compartment of the executive folder that he was carrying. This was important evidence which needed to be checked on later at a great length. Another compartment had the pictures of the two murdered women in London whose identity they had yet to confirm.Still wearing the latex gloves Nathan opened the door slowly and peered everywhere so that they were not noticed leaving from the Primrose Villa. There was no one in sight. Susan had produced a duster in order to rub the brass knocker that they had touched when they had come inside.Leaving the house Nathan was careful to leave the front door slightly open, as they had found it when they had come inside earlier. As they strolled casually down the long flight of stairs, Susan slipped her hand in Nathan’s crook of arms. From far away or at a distance from the neighbouring house it wo

 Margaret’s POV I was a bundle of anxiety. I really needed to have a little fun.Everyone in my little town knew who I was and what was going on with my life. Everyone was watching me every time I went into public. I felt like I was suffocating under the spotlight of my infamy, and for just one night I wanted to get away to someplace where I wouldn't be the topic of conversation. And so I did.My destination for the evening was the bar of the local Hilton, by far the nicest hotel in the area. It was a place where locals never went and weren't encouraged to go. It existed apart from the town and liked it that way. Even the clerks, maids and other workers seemed to be from somewhere else.It wasn't a particularly nice hotel. Certainly nothing fancy like the hotels to be found in big cities. That didn't matter to me though. It was the unlikelihood of actually s

 Margaret’s POV contd.My intent in calling Paul had been to maybe tell him I thought he was attractive too but things just happened. I couldn't find the words to say I was going to be with Murphy tonight but I didn't want him to be mad. (I had my boobs in Murphy's guys face and was drying humping him. I kind of thought that might be enough.)Instead, Paul came dashing towards me with a hungry look in his eye. He had his own idea about what my calling him back meant. Before I could say anything he was behind me and starting to make a move to cup my breasts. It was a bit awkward and shocking for a second, but it felt better than I expected. I was drunk and so I went with it.Soon enough I was leaning back into Paul and started kissing him instead while Murphy watched us from a convenient location between my legs. I don't think he minded the view of my tits moving freely or the way I was grinding onto

 Lancelot paused, dramatically, as if staring uncertainly as his tormentor. Neville was now erect and prepared to progress this to a more overt stage. As Lancelot reached behind him and drew the zipper down, exposing the indentations of spine crossed by a black brassiere strap Neville stepped out and stood in the doorway. For a moment Lancelot didn't see him as he was concentrating on sliding it open, but then he looked up and Neville could see the shock cross his face as they looked into each other's eyes in the mirror. For long moments neither moved, then Lancelot spun around, reached behind himself to hold the dress closed, and took two steps away, backing against the mirror. His face reddened furiously under the makeup, his eyes dropped to the floor – Neville knew that Lancelot was frantically trying to find an excuse, an escape from the shameful situation in which he had found himself.Neville spoke first: "It's alright Lancelot."

 "You know I will." Lancelot leaned forward, and pulled the panties down, kicking them off his ankles, and opening his legs to turn and place his knees outside Neville' thighs. The boyish girl faced the man, placing hands on his shoulders as Lancelot started to lower himself. Neville held his cock, moving it to the anus, ready, waiting. Lancelot bent his knees until the point of contact arrived, and then paused before pressing himself down. The expression on his face showed the difficulty of the entry. After a moment he stopped: "I can't do this – it's too painful.""It's ok – we'll try another way. Bend over against the bed."Lancelot lifted himself off Neville lap and walked (so-o sexy!) to the bed, glancing back across his shoulder as he bent forward and placed his palms on the bedspread. Neville walked up, lifting the skirt and tossing it over the boy's hips. The sight was as desirable as anything he could remember: pantihosed legs