I hankered down, like a peeping-Jill, or what-ever the female version of a peeping-tom is, and watched him.It was too much not to get into it, so I lo...sened my denims and joined-in, 'God, what would our parents think if they could see this little show of their daughter and son'.We timed our release perfectly, he had his orgasm, and the sight of his semen shooting triggered my own, which made my knees buckled and forced me to bite my lip and draw blood.The whole act was caught on cam, typically,. . could it be her son who I knew or a friend of hers...how will I hide my erection.... I was wearing a tea shirt, was not going to work. She motioned me to be still and quiet as she headed for the door. It was a woman and by the conversation a close friend as they were joking and laughing enjoying each others conversation. I headed for the bathroom, in the hallway leading to the front door.... could not be seen from the entrance. I heard her say that she had a client drop by and would be busy. No, this was something different. Someone had been out to get her, and by the looks of things, they’d gotten her. She cried some more. Someone really wanted to hurt her. That was the only explanation for her particular predicament. It wasn’t that she wasn’t good looking, like she’d been kidnapped or something for sex. In fact, she was quite a looker, a babe. One might say she had a second lodge pole in her apartment where she kept the scalps of brokenhearted lovers. Not lovers in the carnal. “It’s not a lot of fun, it can make your nipples sore.” she replied.“Can I hold him?” asked Jake.“It’s her,” said Millie, “Jack and Georgie are sleeping, and she needs to be winded.”“How do you do that?”“Here, spread this towel over your shoulder.”When Jake had done this she placed the baby so that its head was looking over his shoulder and made sure he had hold of it.“There now, what you do is just very gently pat her back.”Jake gingerly started to do this and Millie indicated that he could do.