"I'm sorry, Mrs. Sanders. My real name is Penelope. Penelope Lane. I'm with the FBI," she said to Sarah. "I've been working undercover."The room went ...silent for a minute as Lt. Cable studied her badge."Penelope?" I said aloud. "Penelope Lane? Penny Lane?" Don't say it! I had this name long before Paul McCartney ever thought of writing the song," she said.Beth kept looking at her. You could see the wheels turning in her head."Penny Lane?" Beth asked. "You were in the class before mine, weren't. One man about our same age came by and asked if he could help. We explained that we would like to see an apartment unit and he offered to show us his. Not thinking much about it we agreed. We looked at his apartment and he offered some refreshment, he mixed some alcoholic drinks and we sat in his living room talking about the complex and found that it was mostly younger couples such as us but he was one of the few singles living there. The afternoon stretched into the evening, the drinks. I pulled my cock out and came so hard that the first shot went over her head and hit the pillow, the second shot landed on her forhead and the remainder glazed her tits and stomach. Our sex life from that point on grew in intensity. She would go out, get fucked and bring her well fucked pussy back to me for clean-up and my use. One night after she came home and we had great sex I told her that I wanted to watch her get fucked. She initially hesitated but then agreed. The plan would be for me to. Even though he was grown now, I still checked in on James.The distinct sharp aroma of sex was heavy in the air of his bedroom. I smiled to myself a little. He was asleep. In spite of the coolness of the air-conditioning, he had kicked the covers off his bed. His nude body was sprawled across the mattress. One arm covered his eyes. His long flaccid cock hung heavily over one thigh. An image of his young lady friend’s lips encircling that fat shaft flitted through my mind and my nipples twinged.