I could hear noises - strange noises from behind the kitchen door. Putting the shopping down quietly, I crept toward the kitchen. it soon became obvio...s what the noises were......it was Phyllis, making the moaning sounds that came when she was aroused!Carefully, slowly, I peeked around the edge of the door.And there she was - backed up against the kitchen counter with a young man (obviously the delivery courier) mauling her breasts. Her hands were groping at his crotch, obviously trying to. Gary had been gone all morning, doing something for my father, and I'd just forgotten about him. I wasn't that used to him being around yet, He walked into the bedroom, on his way to the kitchen, and caught Ellen riding on my dick. I spotted him right away, but I couldn't think of anything to do.To say Gary looked surprised at seeing us, doesn't do it justice. He hurried right through to the kitchen, after about a two or three second pause. I don't think Ellen even knew he had walked in on. Oh, yeah.So, I would always take a look out our kitchen window when the weather is nice and this particular summer day, she was stretched out on a chaise.Whenever I spot her outside, I try to sneak out the back door and over to their fence where I peek over a slat that is a little shorter than the others and see what I can see. In the last month or so, I have started jacking off as I watch her through the fence; it's even better than my stash of Playboys, she really is beautiful.So, I stood. "I'm FBI," she insisted when I didn't comment.I had been focusing on her breasts. Hanging between them was her FBI identification."Oh."Why was she telling me? Have I done something that removed me from suspicion of any wrongdoing? Was she about to arrest me?"Hold that thought. If we've got to stop seeing each other, why don't we enjoy this one more time? I've never done it with an FBI special agent in, uh, uniform."She looked down at her ID. "Is that what this is?"She was amenable to my.