She was like a Donna Gates or something.I broke the spell I cast myself under and looked around for towels as a slight breeze passed over me. I didn�...�t see any towels in view and I assumed they would be in the bathhouse across the pool. I hoped the bath house wasn't locked with those electronic keypads. I didn’t have any of the codes to use them. It would be a fine mess if I set off a silent alarm and the police came up and saw us rutting around the pool. Reaching the bathhouse I saw there. Finally, Mr. Thompson said, "Fine." Then he looked over and nodded at the young woman holding the evil envelope that I had been expecting for weeks.She stepped up to me and went into her spiel. "Mr. Louis Chandler?" she asked, as the others stood silently and looked on; this time they did not smirk as broadly as they had before."Yes, I am." I did not say this with any bravado, but I was nowhere near as uncertain this time."Mr. Chandler, you have been served," she said as she placed the large. He had witnessed her in the moonlight and it pleased him deeply. He gently slid his swollen cock between her legs into the wetness that was still there and began to create a gentle rhythm until a moan expelled from her lips. As he tried to reach the deepest points within her she bent forward to allow him full penetration. He pushed deep within her and held himself there as he rolled them over onto her stomach. Now face down into the pillow, Alora knew she was once again at the mercy of his. Kissing a girl....touching up her tits....maybe even playing a little with her pussy....Am I right Mike?" Yes!" he managed to stutter, his face still flushed."Hmmmm! That's definitely good Mike. All good. But it's not Fucking is it Mike? Which is what boys your age like to boast about. Isn't it?"Her abrupt words should have left him cold...ashamed...unable to answer but down below his cock, suspecting a very unlikely opportunity, was demanding he answer "Yes!"Again his eyes missed her telling.