The bedroom had no such spots, and there was no feeling of being watched.Once I'd put my robe on I went for a wander. I wondered if Cameron's room wa... over the en suite, but quickly established it wasn't. I had suspected he'd got a spy hole. I had no idea who stayed in the guest room who might he might want to spy on, and the whole thing may have been in my head.I knew where the door to the staircase up to Cameron's room was, as a joke it had been for some years papered over, so as to be like. Hannah and I lived in the same general direction so decided to share a cab. As we were driving towards my house she said, “Are you inviting me in for coffee?”I laughed and said, “What would Rob say about that?”She leaned into my ear and whispered, “He’d fucking love it, he’d probably wait up for me so I could tell him about how you fucked me and filled me with cum, then he’d probably eat me!” I was amazed and shocked, I’d met Rob a few times and he was quiet and geeky looking but seemed a nice. Being with Di had been better than he'd dreamed. She was as responsive as a fine sports car. Being vocal about what she liked made being with her as easy as breathing. Hearing her throaty voice calling for more was officially his new favorite thing in the world.After her earthshaking orgasm, they talked and cuddled for a while. When Di went to make some toast and coffee, Jason took a shower and painted the walls with his own guilt-free release. He wouldn't push her, not even a little bit. If. After the charbroiled seafood platter I went back to the barge. I stopped for a box of fried apple pies. They probably filled my quota of grease for the day. The night I ate apple pies, drank coffee. I also masturbated on the Internet. I really missed that when I went into the boonies for Swamp Dog. It was probably the real reason I said no more. That and I was frankly getting a little old to be running around playing rangers and ragheads.When I awoke the next morning all the windows were in.