Well, after about an hour of driving around scared to death and having my gas tank nearly on empty, he had me pull over at a gas station and he got ou... and that’s when I sped-off, driving away like a maniac. But…did that stop me? Noooooooo. I went out the next night and was cruising around. It wasn’t long after that experience that I met Steve, a married man in his 40’s who lived at a motel on the San Mateo/Belmont border where the lights of it just said “otel” (which he and I had called. She was sticking close to home and family, on the assumption that Roberto wouldn't try anything with other family around. In between calls, I was in the cavern listening to transcribed conversations, sometimes over and over again, and poring over closeup video shots of the Standish Road warehouse. I could only wish that Bud's people could show me the inside of the warehouse. Sigh.When it got dark enough, I put the suit on and Harley lifted us up through the tunnel to the secret entrance. Ah. I continued to watch Joel. I could tell that he was a little put off, but still majorly hard. How could I make it up to him? The light bulb flashed on as I knew exactly how to get his cock back in me. I walked to the edge of the pool and raised my arms up towards him. “Will you help me up?” I pitched my voice so that I sounded helpless, because I knew he couldn’t resist. He grabbed my hands and pulled me out of the pool, and against his warm body. I grabbed his shoulders to steady me, but also. After couple of minutes, he pushed deep into her and shot his load inside her, an act in itself that gave my wife a mini-orgasm. He let out a relaxing sigh and said how nice that felt without a condom. (Apparently his wife had mentioned my wife's IUD...a topic they'd discussed when talking about ways to get her husband back into sex.)My wife was starting to feel very guilty and wanted him out of there, so she asked if she could have some privacy to clean up. He wiped off his dick with some.