I drove over and picked up the visitor's log. The only visitor the guy had yesterday was Eileen Mayfield. The guy she talked to is a long-term hardass...from outside of Toledo. There is no way she knew him beforehand. I mean, I just don't see it. I pulled him out of chow and grilled him but he wouldn't tell me anything. He was a member of some militia up that way before he went to prison. Now he's a white supremacist. I can see the Mayfields maybe knowing of his group but this guy was low-level. When we got home she went to take a shower while I secured the house and undressed. The beer I had imbibed had suddenly run its course and I hurried to the bathroom. She had just sat on the pot to pee and in my rush I had her scoot back a little, I was going to aim for the space in front of her. My urgent release made me miscalculate and my piss hit her pussy. I was about to apologize when I saw her close her eyes and begin her own pee. Our streams intermingled as I kept mine aimed at her. He lived only two floors apart from her, but she would never make it to her apartment before the morning dawned.They were always the last ones awake, sitting on the balcony sharing one of the few remaining beers and one of the many remaining stories while everyone else was asleep inside.Sarah sometimes thought that the only reason they even invited other people was to give them a reason not to fuck each other because their relationship was something different.They came from different areas of. I dick was in full glory just infront of her eyes now. I didnt knw what to do and she started giggling and said,” you are so hairy!”.I pulled my pyjama back and helped her get up and took her to the washroom while she was still giggling and me hard as never before.I was in the room when she returned and slumped onto my chest. Suddenly, she took my dick in her hand over the payjama and said,” you so hard”. I didnt say anything and was enjoying her grabbing my dick and move her hands around my.