I had a peep hole hidden in the women's restroom where I would frequently watch them as they peed or changed into they're swimsuits for a dip in the s...all lake that was situated on the campground. This particular day a group of college students from a women's parochial college were passing through the area.They were signed up for a weeks stay.I had just finished some repairs on one of the cabins, when I noticed five of the ladies strolling into the restroom.I decided to come down off the. [unintelligible] What if you don't believe me? What if you don't tell me these things again! What if I forget them forever! Oh God! I can't fucking relax!D. I believe you. Try to remember. Your name is Henry Beaumont.J. Oh god. Oh Jesus. Henry Beaumont. Technician. Diane! Her name was Diane!D. Your girlfriend?J. Diane Mather. Diane. 212-555-9463. Diane. Her name is Diane. Are you writing this down?D. Yes, and it's on tape. Don't worry. You're shaking again. Calm down.J. Oh God. What is she. Well, maybe he was," she realized when we both looked down at the woozy figure on the couch. His huge dick was still standing at attention and Becky had stopped sucking on it at least 5 minutes earlier to open the door for me. I didn't say anything; I knew that she was right. I hadn't known that she knew I was gay, I guess I hadn't been as smart as I'd thought. So I pulled off my sweater and shucked my pants. (That's all I'd put on knowing what the nights business was going to be.) By the time. I crept into the room and could hear the sounds of passion from inside the suite’s bedroom. I looked around the rest of the suite and found that there was only one bedroom. Typical Barb. I took a lovely video of the two of them and then slipped out of the room and went back to the party before they could straighten up and remake the bed.I got off the elevator and went back to the party. There was still no sign of Cecilia or Marty. I took a moment to get hold of myself and then approached Janice.