It was the beginning of another ritual. The thrill of almost getting caught – and the proximity of her body – made it doubly exciting. I was being...bad, but I was rationalizing it as being good. This was my way of controlling the urges, not giving in to them. I told myself.I got more and more bold. I stopped laying on my side, and would lay on my back instead. Her face just a few feet away. I’d jerk my cock until I came on my chest. Sometimes letting it dry as I slept. She never moved.Friday. Embarrassed, Bethany looked away as I continued to stare at her. I sighed again and then glanced over at Beth. The girl was watching our interaction with interest. I gave her a smile and she returned it. Silently I promised myself that I would treat her special tonight."We could easily have one." I stated turning my attention back to Bethany. "Our 'benefactors' would give us one for my vehicle if I asked for it." If you say so ... Adam." Bethany muttered in reply, before biting her words off. Privacy was not something my wife and I put a great deal of thought into, now it was going to be an issue. On more than one occasion we surprised each other in states of disrobe. At first it was uncomfortable but we grew used to each other and shyness faded with familiarity. Weeks turned to months and we each grew closer, Anita became like a daughter and I became her Popi. The following winter was exceptionally cold for the region and frequently rains added dampness to the cold. One night in. ”I just stopped and put a hand on the doorframe. “Am I under arrest?”“No, of course not,” replied Barker.“Then I am going to the bathroom.” I pushed back and turned towards the hallway.“Patrolman, get your ass in here right now! You will give us an immediate statement and knock your shit off!”“Arrest me and read me my rights or let me go to the bathroom. If I have to, I will pee my pants and sit in it before I make a statement! Either way, I am not saying word-fucking-one until I see a lawyer!”.