Glad I had gotten close to him. Glad I had made love with him. That was the point when it clicked in my mind — we had an FBI agent that could help!"...h, Doc!" I went to the phone. "Let me call a friend of mine who can help us." I ignored his curious stare as I dialed the number I had had the foresight to bring with me. When Tom answered, I felt a thrill race down my spine. His voice was like nectar and a pleasure to listen to. I asked him to come to the house, hoping he would come alone and with. ’ ‘Pee, John … I prefer the word pee.’ ‘Okay Deb, so he watched you. How did it happen? How would Martin be in a position to watch you pee?’ ‘I was busting in the car on the way home and then when I got home, I ran into Martin waiting outside. I invited him in because he said he just wanted to talk, but then I felt the need again to pee. I knew I was never going to make it upstairs, so I used the little toilet off the laundry. I was in such a hurry that I didn’t lock the door. Didn’t really. After the water had warmed a bit and the jets had done its work on my back, I turned off the jets and listened to the waves. I pulled Marion to me, gave her a soft kiss on her lips, and pulled her onto my lap. I started to feel her tits and back while she worked her ass over my cock. Helene didn't say anything. She had one hand on her wine glass, which she was quickly emptying, and the other hand was in her lap. She never knew that I had watched her in the kitchen but I knew what she wanted.I. Soon her head was in my lap and Her bikini top was laying wide open exposing her firm breast. As I stroked her hair she repositioned, placing a hand on my thigh. She moved her head back and at once, my hard cock came into contact with the back of her head. Her eyes opened wide and a grin suddenly came to her sad face. The next thing I knew, her hand was grasping my cock as she sat up. I didn"t have time to react. She looked at me and without a seconds pause leaned in to kiss me. Was this really.