I walked down to the last shower nozzle and turned it on. I turned around and had a view into the last cubicle. There was the lifeguard on his knees...sucking off the swimmer. To be honest, they had stopped because I had surprised them but I smiled, gave them a nod of approval, and started rubbing my cock through the red lycra material of my speedo. The lifeguard was also wearing a red speedo. His hand was down the front of it jerking his cock while his mouth worked the swimmer's cock. It. It was a little time before Jaime answered the door. He looked awful, Molly thought – not the way you’d expect a man in his love-nest to look at all. ‘Hello, Molly’ he said hesitantly. ‘Er, what can I do for you?’ He remembered having met her at one of his wife’s parties – she was one of the quieter friends Mara had assembled over the years. ‘I er, I have come to ask you a couple of questions and show you something. Do you mind if I come in?’ ‘Well, er, no, I don’t. Did Mara send you?’ ‘She. You get your faggot ass back here when I tell you, Guy. Probably in two weeks.” I could hear him slam the phone down.No matter what our history was as brothers, the news of Gabe’s death was inescapable. All I could do was wait for my Dad to call me back and tell “my faggot ass” what to do.Unlike a lot of guys, I was never bashful about “coming out” to my Mom and Dad. I didn’t make a habit of going home for holidays or whatever, but when my brother Gabe came home on leave, I made the trip home. She kisses me without hesitation, and I absorb the slight impact of her momentum. She stuffs her panties down the front of my pants and grins. We don't say much, the moment is intimate and working, I would hate to ruin it be saying something stupid. She walks along the bridge, and unbuttons her coat. I nearly forget to take up the camera.She's not wearing her panties. I'm keenly aware that they are stuffed into my shorts. The head of my prick is electric against her lace every time I move. I'm.