I particularly liked the feel of her long soft brunette hair as it draped across my neck when she would rest her head in the crook of my neck, and how...she would scoot really close as she would do so. She liked having my arm draped around her body, saying it made her feel safer. We settled into this routine and didn't give much thought to it. About four months after I moved in, a thunderstorm had knocked out the TV in the living room, so we took to watching the one in her bedroom. I was somewhat. Gagging, she tried to pull back which only made him fuck her mouth more. "Take it, you fucking whore. I'm gonna shoot down your fucking throat!" Jim slid his cock easily into her pussy. Reaching up, he squeezed one of her tits hard. Her moans grew louder and I wondered if he had squeezed too hard. What a moron I was. Here two guys were fucking the girl I liked and all I could think of was things like that and how deep could she actually suck a cock. Jim started grunting as he started to push. I did know that it was going to be awkward if I give it to him but I figured it was very obvious what they were upto here.I went into the front room and handed over his wallet and the condoms at the same time. I heard a slight 'oh' from him when he saw the condoms in my hand. And by the way - Ram did know about me and the older man I was involved in and he had to help me out when we were caught in a raid by the cops thinking I was a prostitute with the man.He came and explained the situation. Bunnygirl did not have any regular habits. She didn't work outside the home; she didn't work in the yard on a regular basis; and she didn't have any visitors on a regular basis. What she did have, though, was a husband and he seemed to travel a lot. Every Tuesday a taxi picked him up at the house with an overnight bag; every Thursday afternoon he returned. I watched this happen for several weeks. Normally my surveillance would take months(that's why I have never been caught), but this was just.