I was back downtown at 12:30pm to meet Kajri at Boston Blackie’s. I’d verified with her that she wasn’t observant and that beef was OK. She show...d up a few minutes later and we were seated. We ordered drinks and our burgers, and a large plate of fries to share. I’d have to watch my carbs for the rest of the day, but one meal wasn’t going to mess things up. And Doctor Barton had agreed that it was OK, on occasion.“Are your parents in the US? Or just you?” I asked.“Just me,” Kajri said. “I live. I smiled gently at James and turned to answer Yves question. “I’m not sure. Do you guys need to go down into the cavern with me? I’ll be with James, so if you want to go hunting, I’m fine with that. James?” He looked at me still not sure of what I wanted from him. “No, we don’t need the big lummoxes. Yves is scared of the dark anyway.” “I am not!” Yves expelled to the grins around the table.Snorre punched his brother in the arm, “No, he is claustrophobic, I’m the one scared of the dark and. It was hell but it was good. It's been a long time since I genuinely felt frustrated and desperate for a totally kinky fuck.Then the evening came round that we were to meet. Phone calls were exchanged. Champagne was chilled. And finally she arrived. The most voluptuous, totally kinky bitch I'd ever talked to who'd never actually done any of the things she fantasised about.I've met newbies before, but they've always done a spot of homework, a bit of experimentation, but this one was (almost) all. Had he hit his head at the bottom of the pool and been rendered unconscious? Was he still swimming toward me, holding his breath like the athletic champion that he was? Had he died of a heart attack from falling in lust at first sight?I took my hand out of my Speedos and off my hard cock, really starting to worry. I frantically looked around as I started walking toward the deep-end of the pool. One elderly woman with a flowery swim cap – do those things really still exist? Well, I guess so –.