"Wait a minute. If I'm me, where's Steve? Oh, no!" she gasped, looking around herself for any sign of Steve. No sign, so, taking several deep breaths,...she once again dove beneath the surface of the water, and swam around, looking for Steve Trevor, but without any success.Steve was only a mortal, he could not hold his breath this long, he would be sinking deeper and deeper by now, surely drowned. What could she do? Nothing, even she had to breathe, and her lungs were straining now, trying to get. Us. The thought of us being together. I can’t stop thinking about it.”I could hear her take a sharp breath in. “You mean you want to have sex?”“Maybe. Yes.”“Okay. Do you want to come over and we can talk and just see, I guess, what happens?”“Okay.”“Okay.”“I’ll be there in like a few minutes then.”“Great. Okay. See you then.”Before leaving the house I raided our wine fridge and grabbed two bottles of my favorite pinto grigio – the one we were drinking that night – the night she kissed. ”We both laughed“You’ve got a nice set of tits there yourself,” I said back.“Thanks,” she said, “I get them from Dad!”When we reached the pond we both dove right in and immediately swam towards the middle. “Woo!” we yelled as we came up, “It’s cold!” The water was a little shocking at first but it was well worth it. Skinny dipping can feel so liberating it doesn’t matter what the temperature is. As we swam back towards where we could touch the bottom my sister swam in front of me.“Hold on to. You can get the photos developed at your place later. How does the idea sound?’ This was really a good solution. For a fraction of the cost, we could now take a lot of photographs. My wife gave a nod of approval and I immediately agreed. I proceeded to pay him Rs. 95 for the roll. He took the money and brought out a brand new hotshot fixed focus camera from the show case, unpacked it, put on the roll inside the camera and handed over me the camera. The price tag of the camera showed that it was.