So later that day, Bailey went downstairs to take a shower and I followed her down the stairs. I told her I was going for a walk and she said OK and w...nt to the shower. I walked away until she couldn't see me and I crept back to the shower. Like a ninja, I walked up to the shower and peeked through the crack. She was washing her hair, but then she worked her hands to her waiting pussy. She was rubbing her clit and she then slipped two fingers into her pussy."Oh, James. I love your big cock in. He sits and she gets on her knees in front of him. She grasps the base of his cock with one hand and with the other, she fingers his fleshy foreskin. She rolls it between her thumb and forefinger. She works her thumb under his foreskin and rubs it gently across and around his glans. The man is in ecstasy, moaning and gasping with pleasure. She pulls down on his foreskin, exposing his pecker head. She marvels at how moist and slick it is. The foreskin is slippery with secretions from his. I start to look at my watch. Do I have time for another file? I stop myself. I remember the man on the bench. Why not? Three files into the briefcase. (click-click).Check reflection in window. Straighten tie. Pull door closed. (snick)"Good night Molly. Have a good evening. Say hello to George for me."I stroll casually past Molly.Molly doesn't answer. She stares at me in surprise. I feel calm and relaxed. I miss her melodic voice.(traffic) (voices) (birds)Benito is there on the park bench. Next. Her mom was just from a Vietnamese area of Los Angeles and Dad had lived next door to her. She barely spoke any English when he knocked her up and they took off before her parents could kill him. Neither had graduated High School and now worked crappy jobs just to pay for their smokes and beer. Raising her was just another chore that they neglected as much as possible.Why couldn’t I just have been lucky like Becky? She just had a Mom but she seemed so nice. Or Mrs. Font? I wish I could.