Our guest bedroom had a great view of their back yard. I walked to the window and saw that the neighbors were in the backyard. They were fully clothed...but he was sitting on a chair and she was riding him in the chair. They were both kissing. I knew that there was a good chance that they were going to have sex in the back yard. I knew I couldn't linger too long because my girlfriend would wonder where I was. "Did you see anything?", my girlfriend asked. I told her that they were just sitting in. . I had not been missing the hits and previous to myself taking up the profession I had never experienced the sex act, neither with someone else nor via masturbation. I am not ignorant, having viewed the sex act many times during stakeouts and one of my favorite methods of catching a victim unawares was to top him, or her, whilst in full flight. Nothing as crude as a bullet more often a small ice dart, gas or similar weapon which created the mistaken belief that the victim had died of a heart. "He might," she replied, carefully keeping both her eyes on the road. "He's going to call us after he gets off work. Besides, Frank never really liked parties. Oh, I can't wait to see how Jen decorated the place!" You know, i'm not that big on parties either..." you slouch a bit in your seat. "...Id much rather be sitting with you in the living room, maybe watching a scary movie of something." Mmm, with some chocolates and red wine?" Mom adds."Heh, yea. I'd be down." You smile, perking up in. . when it came to him: "I'm going to use this money to make two people happy: a hooker, and me!" he thought. This way, the bitch would indirectly have given money to a prostitute, and the sexual service would be his reward for allowing the transaction. "I guess this makes me a Robin Hoe Hero", he thought, laughing at his own pun. So he did just that: he called a local hooker and got a blowjob in an underground parking, had a friend take a picture of the event and posted it, along with its.