I moved to the bed, lying upon it, with my hard 8” cock in my hand. I lubed up my prick and began to slowly move my clenched fingers along the shaft... feeling every exposed vein that was engorged with anticipation. With my eyes focused forward, but the ability to see the window out of the corner of my eye I began my game of cat and mouse. I could see shadows as they passed by the window. Some passed quickly or in groups as you could hear them chattering as they passed. Others walked more slowly. Rachel stood drying herself, then walked over to the mirror, looking in it at him, but of course she couldn’t see him. He grinned at the usual grotesque expressions women made in mirrors, examining every detail and blemish on their faces. She started drying her breasts, looking at herself, lifting one then the other to his delight. She walked away over to the bed, her bottom moving deliciously, his tool now very hard in his hand, then she bent over to dry her legs wow! Nirvana! ... her pubes. .. soon, I got shitty hands and a shitty belly but really didn't care. I'd have loved to slap Janets ass a bit more, but that was impossible since it was plastered with shit - but then, the smell it still emanated added to my excitement. After a few minutes, I felt my body tense again.... and then I got my second orgasm, this time being even more intensive than the first one.When I was done, I slowed down my fucking - and came back to earth just in time to see and feel Janets body reach climax. I could look at her and tell. If I had listened to my conscience and not listened to my inner desires instead, I would not be in this situation. I did not even hear the sliding glass door open. I was looking up at the moon taking the last drag of my menthol when I heard, "Monroe, what are you doing out here in the cold?" I turned my head and looked at Clarasey. She was wrapped in her black plush robe and had the collar folded up around her neck. "Thinking," I said as I looked at her standing.