It was reported, the only actively was outside the house. At the gazabo, to be precise. It sit's on the east side of the house, facing an old English garden.
Tom and Nancy finished setting up camera's and recorder's at dusk. They waited in the van, watching the crumbling gazabo. It was a feeling they both shared, but didn't speak about it. Stay back.
Nothing they could see or hear took place all night. But, they certainly felt something. Between three and four in the morning, Nancy was wet between her legs. Tom had a super hard on that driped cum the whole hour.
At Daybreak, they packed up the equipment, each stealing looks at the other. Seeing each in a new way, a frank sexual way, to be sure.
"No, Betty, no actively to the naked eye. No cold spots either. Yeah, Tom is going through film and audio now. Yeah, I'll let you know. Bye."
There was much Nancy didn't tell her friend and boss. One thing the naked eye did see, the gazabo. It was falling apart, to be sure. But a single bench, in the middle, looked new, like it was put in yesterday. She also didn't share the hour she was totally turned on. Or the way Tom, Betty's one time lover looked to Nancy.
She left the office, went down the short hall to where Tom was. He just opened the door, as Nancy approached. His appearance scared her.
Tom was white as a ghost, he ushered her to a chair at a table. Tom sat next to her, fear rolled off him. They were on many ghost hunts together. A few scarey moments, here, and there, but not like this. Tom was shaking, Nancy suddenly wished she were anywhere else, but here.
"Prepare yourself." Nancy didn't like the sound of that. Tom started the tape.
Night Vision film showed two naked lovers. Tom worked a few controls, he was able to sharpen the images in the greenish film. Nancy let out a scream!!!
It was her and Tom, naked as the day they were born. Nancy was laying on the bench. Her legs spread wide, Tom was licking her pussy. Nancy's body shook every few seconds from Tom's talented tongue. Her body arched up, her moans the same as Nancy watching the film made the last time she masturbated.
Nancy on film was bobbing her head on Tom's dick. He heard his same moan already, now he was hearing it again. He held her head in place, and thrusted in her mouth.
They howled like wolves in the night, both balanced on the bench, Tom fucking Nancy from behind.
Nancy rode Tom, slow, teasing herself and him. Softly moaning, her hands squeezing his muscled chest.
Tom sitting on the bench, Nancy sitting in his lap. He rises up, she comes down on him. Faster and harder till they both scream from their orgasms!!!
Nancy whisper's "I don't believe it."
"I do." Her voice makes Nancy scream, they both spin around. Betty holds a gun up, looks at Tom. "Now I know why you broke up with me." A deaking report, Tom is dead, a single bullet to his head. Nancy has no voice to scream with. Betty shoots her between her eyes. A third report, and Betty is dead on the floor.
That night, between three and four am. Tom and Nancy make love on the bench, under the gazabo. Betty only watches.
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