It could have been a camera of some description, or it could have been a small telescope. You wouldn't necessarily pick this up unless you had been be...ng paying as much attention to things as I had. I wondered if my spy realised I was spying on him. One Saturday evening I came home a bit before midnight. I had drunk one too many Long Island Iced Teas with my girlfriends and I was feeling both drunk and naughty. I went to the bedroom and flicked the light on. I was almost certain my spy was. “Oh, just get in the tub. We want to hear all about it!”It was plain they weren’t going to leave, so Nathan did exactly what she suggested. He groaned as he lowered himself into the water slowly. He hadn’t had time to put enough cold water in it. Both his sisters stared at his penis as it slowly vanished under the water.“Don’t stare at it!” said Nathan.“Shhhh!“ hushed Bernadette. She looked at the door. “If they catch us in here there’ll be hell to pay!”“That’s exactly why you should leave!” he. This was the moment Raman had been waiting for. He watched and stroked his own cock as his friend’s fingers first touched his wife’s wet slit. She began bucking and he slipped first one, then two fingers into her. He then took his slick, wet fingers and put them in her mouth. She greedily sucked her own pussy juice off my friend’s fingers until he put them back in her soaking wet pussy. All the while her ears were closed and music was playing. Raman’s cock was very hard. Although he did not. Jake had lost yet another job recently. It seemed to her that in all oftheir long years of marriage, he never held a job for more than twomonths. Not that they were desperate for money - Julie made more thanenough as a vice president of a small company for them to live on, yet wassorry for Jake. She felt that a steady job might at least provide him withsome direction in his life."They cancelled on me and told me to come tomorrow," he replied."That's a shame," she said and tried to say something.