Promise me you won’t tell about me, and I won’t tell about you. Come on, I know you’re there ... I won’t touch you, you know that, come out.�...�There was a pause, some more whispering, then some loud rustling and the girls emerged onto the lawn near the shed about ten yards away from me. From some obscure instinct I kept stroking my cock, slowly, keeping it hard and fascinating for them. Both the girls were looking at it, fully dressed in their jeans and T-shirts, and looking guilty and. "Well it looks just fine." I said."Could do with a trim." Anna said as he closed the toilet lid and flushed. She sat down on the closed lid and removed her trousers and knickers, tossing them on the floor next to her. She reached into a draw next to the toilet and removed and pair of scissors and started to trim her pussy hair. The bath water covered me up to the waist, but now my cocks bulbous head was sticking above the water line. Anna looked over at me and smiled. Anna was 52, she had told. "Mom, this Amika, Amika, this is my mother." "It's so nice to meet you Mrs. Evans," the pretty little Japanese girl replied. "Why thank you, Amika," Doris replied with a smile, "it's so nice to meet a girl with manners." A little red flashed in the embarrassed girl's cheeks as she sat down beside Tommy on the long sofa that dominated the Evans' den. Doris took a seat in the easy chair facing them, and after giving everyone a chance to get settled in she shocked the poor unsuspecting young girl. I don’t know where he is. His phone is in the apartment. I heard it when I tried to call him hours ago while with the uniformed officers. I want legal counsel.”The one sitting got up and left. The other leaned against the wall watching me. I sat back and rested my eyes. It was thirty minutes or more later when the other newer guy returned. “Mister Marigold, we will start processing you for the murders.”“Good. When can I make a call?”“On the way to the holding cells.” That’s what happened.Once I.