If you could, would you help me into the tub, and to wash what I cannot reach?" "Sure honey, I would be glad to help you out. Anything you want, I... will help you with. Just let me change into something that can get wet, since you will probably splash anyways". She proceeds to help me up the stairs, and into my room. She heads off to go change and I do likewise. By the time I get out of my pants, she's knocking at the door, saying i should probably wear some gym shorts in the tub. I. At this stage of construction the small bathroom with the wash basinand the ONLY the toilet bowl was complete. In the full bathroom, the tub and shower had been installed. But not the toilet bowl.Almost every morning my sister Ellen would be out of bed before Terry. The first thing she always did was go straight to the little bathroom. One morning, I was in the small bathroom waiting for her. Sitting on the toilet, my shorts were down around my ankles; my legs were spread apart, I had been. In the mirror in front of me my eyes enjoyed the erotic voyeur thrill of watching her naked body bobbing with the rhythm of her hand sliding up and down the length of my penis. Sylvia knew what she was doing every bit as well as any of the boys who’d so deliciously hand jobbed me in the best of our naked romps! After minutes of infinite pleasure my cum started to rise. Sylvia must have felt my penis stiffen in her hand, heard my excited cries, seen how I thrust my cock forward and how I pulled. You say?" Detective Archer muttered, more to himself than to the suspect, who was cheerfully seated on the other side of the table and being enthusiastically cooperative. He was also quite barking mad, a sick but dangerous preditor who had kidnapped, raped and murdered at least two dozen young women over many years. This case was going to earn him a citation and maybe even a promotion."Oh, Yes, yes, yes, indeed! They all had a fascinating way about them; that certain gaze in their eye! They.