There were a couple of rows of lockers and what looked like open showers on the back wall. There was water running and I thought I could hear someone... moaning, but I wasn’t sure. I wasn’t sure why I needed a locker, I didn’t bring anything else to change into so I started to go back out to the hall to see what else was there. The guy I stumbled into when I entered was standing by the other doorway, a towel wrapped around his waist. I started to walk past but he put a hand up to stop me and. That kind of voyouristic filming gives me goosebumps, as we the viewer are actually watching something illict, not meant to be seen, sharing an act of pleasure and being excited as would be participants.So for me, the peeping tom cams, that somehow get in close to the action, are just pure porn with actors, as in reality the cam man or woman, would neve venture close enough to be spotted.Having said that, cudos to the idea behind the Beach Sex filming, it does fill a niche and I am sure many. ’ Harlan’s dark, grey eyes started flaring out the rage, as he spoke. Kenneth saw it and his thoughts meshed with Harlan’s. Soon the two lieutenants realized the erroneous nature of Fraser’s story as well. All the men stopped and looked at one another in raged thought. Harlan cursed through his teeth, as he spoke out his anger. ‘Those Fraser’s ha’e done this, I don’t know hoo, but I feel it in my bones. They killed my boys.’ Kenneth answered to him first, with his thoughts. ‘If they did’ne get. I’ve surrendered and I know you can sense this and I love that I can do that with you, give up, give in and not worry about a thing. You aren’t expecting anything from me other than to open myself for you, to give myself to you completely. And I am yours. You start along the underside of my exposed arm, your fingers sprawled, a gentle pressure as you trace my flesh, working your hand down to the side of my ribs. You caress the side of my breast slowly and then just underneath, making me squirm.