Confident that my reaction from the elevator had subsided, I stood up, flung the towel onto my chair, and leapt into the pool.The cool water enveloped...me. I had never swum nude before. It felt...freeing. The novel sensation of swimming without trunks, the soft, silky pressure of the water directly against my crotch, was invigorating. I felt natural, I felt primal, I felt, well, naked. I was exposed, I was vulnerable, but I was exhilarated. I felt a connection to millennia of ancestors who swam. He was too busy to eat, but when Katie offered herself up Jackson jumped at the chance. Clumsily pawing and fumbling before finally entering his wife. Katie moaned loudly, finally receiving the relief she so desperately and suddenly needed. She lay back across his desk looking up at the thin fair skinned man she married and feeling him inside her. She lifted herself off the desk wanting more of him but finding she already had it all. She ground her throbbing smooth pussy hard against him. I always wind uphaving to try and pry the cork off with a knife." I chuckled as I toldher my sad tale. "Then the stupid top usually breaks off and I have topush the cork down into the bottle. I always wind up with pieces ofcork in the glass." I handed the bottle to Marti."Nice wine. I am sooo glad you know a decent champers. I like this onein particular. It's a bit over priced...but good."I felt so relieved that Marti approved. She probably could have saidokay to anything but the. "I'll make it up to you." How?"The very position gives me the idea. "How 'bout I be the sub for the weekend? Just til Vette moves in. You can use me — abuse me — however you want. Uh, no permanent marks, right?"He leans down further, "Startin' when?"I know this is a bad idea but I'm a little trashed myself, "Now."His face goes serious as he actually contemplates the idea; he's not as drunk as I thought. "Gimme yo' watch." He says finally. I'm not sure why he asks for it but I hand it to him. He.