The girls were asleep, their nap time, his thinking time. He set the accident report down and tried, once again, to reconcile it to any reality that h... knew, make sense of it. Nothing came. Nothing happened. Nothing helped. He realized that this was all ‘post mortem’ kind of stuff. She was indeed gone and had been dealt with, buried, the funeral over, the crowds gone. None of them, he thought, maybe hoped, the wiser. She’d been on this European trip for her work, was the story. She’d actually. Others walked more slowly almost deliberately past the window. It was these that received my attention. They were my prey of the hunting game. Were these men the onetime voyeurs peeking in as they walked past or would they circle back for another look. About 30 minutes into my little game I noticed a young white guy in a black hat, white athletic top and blue shorts pass by the window. I could not tell much else about him as he was only looking in the window momentarily so as to not attract. Oooohhhhh Jay, she moaned. I need it in the ass. Could you fuck me really quick? Sure thing, sis. he said with a grin. He grabbed the bottle of lube that was on the counter and covered his cock with it. Stroking his cock with one hand, he used his other to put some lube on Janessas tight pink butthole. When his cock was hard, Janessa stuck her butt out for him and he shoved his cock up her hole. It slid in easily and he started fucking her fast and hard. She shoved the brush handle farther in. Settling back on my couch, my towel draped across my lap, I stared at my fingers and let my mind wander. Who was doing this and why? I thought of all the females in my life. None of them would, or even could, do this. The more I thought about it, the more confused I became. After gazing at the ceiling and getting a headache from attempting to get a grasp on this, I gave up and got up. Back in the bedroom, I dressed and headed out the door. Maybe I should look into buying myself a watchdog?.