I was hard, wet, and excited. And I engaged myself, in the most shameful way I ever did.I heard them get rough. I heard slapping. I heard her pleas...re. She was loud. Louder than ever with me. I was so hot. It was so sexy to hear her be satisfied. It was exciting to feel her emotion through a closed door.They began to climax. She began to yell profanities. I could envision her back arching. I could feel her energy. I heard his grunting. I heard him pull out. And I heard him finish.. ” I say, “Taylor, of course you can sleep with me.” I forgot to put my clothes back on, and in my mind said oh shit. This is not good. I was lying towards the wall and when Taylor came into my bed, she quickly wrapped her arms around me, and said, “Bryan, comfort me, I’m scared.” I had to think for a second, because if she feels my cock she might tell mom and then I get into trouble. But the other side saying Bryan be a good brother, comfort your sister. So I did exactly that, cradled my little. ”The kid snorted.“That’s funny?” she asked.He said something in Arabic, a sneer on his face. Whitaker looked up at Taylor.“He says our prisons are a joke.”“I think you’ll find Gitmo a different story. The current administration has ok’d several more rigorous forms of enhanced interrogation.”The kid just sneered again.“After they get as much as they think they can get out of you, of course, you’ll be tried for the murder of a police officer. You know Tennessee has the death penalty, right?”The. Yes, he did hear something, just like someone was crying into a pillow or something like that. Worried, he knocked softly on the door and opened it a crack."Mom? Is that you? Is everything all right?" He couldn't see anything but he could still hear sniffling like someone was trying to hold back tears."I'm fine, baby," came the muffled reply. It was obvious she had been crying and probably still was. He pushed the door open and stepped into the dark room. There was a little moonlight coming in.