Our naked bodies under the covers. Touching and feeling each other as our fingers repeated our mutual orgasms. I could hardly sleep that night. I fing...red myself and imagined it was her and then my daddy doing it.Friday night finally came and our sleepover. Mom was gone for the weekend, but daddy was home. When I told Trina that my daddy would be home tonight,….she gasp on the phone. She paused…… she whispered that she had a ’plan’ she would tell me later in person. I had a feeling what she had. UGH!I'd brought the camera along to chronicle our move but ended up using it to document the pitiful job the crew had done. I was sure Chuck would want some evidence when he nailed them to the wall—the wall with the large, unidentified stain on it, I hoped! At least there wasn't much of a smell. I guess the crew had dumped the garbage in self-defense. After all, they'd had to work in the place at least long enough to get the broken and abandoned furniture out."Dammit, Tommy, are we ever going. We got back to the cabin hot and sweaty. Several times in the boat I noticed Kevin's cock as I could see up his shorts as we put the trot line in the water. Now I am a closet bi-sexual and wondered if Kevin was as well. We got back to the cabin and Kevin told me I could take first shower. I went in and realized that when he was in or around the kitchen he could see in. What the hell if I really wanted to see if he was bi this would start things rollings. I stripped everything off and. Janine couldn't stop thinking about their current case and why the DNA evidence didn't match anything they had on file. Most 'serials', as they called them, graduated to rape after committing less serious offences such as break-and-enter, voyeurism, or less serious assault charges, so most of them had DNA and fingerprints on file.Mike on the other hand was thinking how much he'd like to bend Sergeant Janine Munner over one of the many cars they were passing on the dark street, hike up her.