It seemed as though she was trying to keep a straight face, but I sensed some interest.I slowly pulled my cock away from Lynn, the tip of it lingering... around the opening allowing our voyeur to assess its size and thickness. Glancing over at her, our eyes caught and she bit her lip slightly.I plunged the shaft back inside Lynn’s aching pussy, burying it completely. Lynn moaned an appreciative sigh. The cleaning lady’s jaw dropped.A few more slow strokes, feeling out the situation as I watched. "Let's see. I'd guess it's your penchant for dessert after lunch." That's a dessert I'll even take between meals!" he laughed right back at her."This diner is open 24/7," she joked as she lifted her hands from his and spread them wide offering herself up to him."Well Tammy," Karl said as he remembered they hadn't had the chance to clean up the leavings of their lunch and nodded toward the beach where they had been a hour or so before. "Neither the waiter nor the waitress at our private diner. The slow, mournful songs with the accompanying funeral bells seemed to sum up her mood perfectly. She barely looked up when her mother stuck her head around the door and informed her that she and her father were off out to the cinema and would be back around 11 o’clock and she was to get her own tea. Charlotte grunted that she understood and she could hear her mother muttering to her father as they headed down the path to the car.She had just polished off a plate of beans on toast when the. The man had tenure and was relying on that to protect him. Foolish, foolish fellow. He'd been in academia far too long.I had him sobbing on the floor of his office within seconds, and a printout of the school's professors, associates and grad students in my hand a few minutes later, along with a tear stained, hand-written note suggesting in no uncertain terms that anyone I wanted to talk with provide their fullest cooperation.My skin was crawling by the time we located the first name on the.