For every incident you see on the news, there are twenty that we take care of before they happen, and everyone just enjoys our country none the wiser....”“You never caught Whyte’s bomber, did ya? The one who blew up the Ministry of Science. That line about Morgan doing it was obviously bullshit for the media. He was a knife man, not a bomber. He was keeping his head down, being mild-mannered farmer Gareth Finnegan and hoping the world would forget there’d ever been a Frank Morgan. He wouldn’t’ve. . as her wet lips moved over the head of my cock. Seeing her sweet, pink lips sliding over the ridge of my shaft set me over the edge and I shot a huge spurt deep into her mouth. She instinctively pulled back but I held her head close . . . as the second stream of cum shot out, leaving a white streak of hot goo on the side of her face. She was breathing heavily and her face showed so many emotions. She was clearly nervous still, but she was also amazed at what she. ..”, started Frank, relating what had gone on over at the Roman household earlier. As he knew she would, Karen became even more excited, demanding to know each and every detail of who had done what, and when, and where, and how. Finally, Frank could take no more. Rolling his wife over so that she was face down, he straddled her thighs and began fucking her hard and fast. Karen moaned in pleasure as she came non-stop, then orgasmed even more when she felt Frank’s cock spurting into her. ”“Hey! Perfection takes time!” I threw back at him trying to hold in my laughter.“So what’s up?” Will and I talked the usual teenage bullshit for a bit before we went our separate ways back into the party.It was a good party, the drinks were flowing and the time just flew by. I was having fun besides the constant nagging of people asking where Crystal was, since we’re pretty much joined at the hip. Other than that it was good, and then it got even better.I walked up behind her and started.