It happened at a time when i was working as a beach officer at my local resort, i was responsible for letting the resorts beach huts each summer. It w...s here that i got to know Yvonne and her husband malcolm as they were regular clients and rented a hut every year. It became a standing joke over the years that she would flirt quite brazenly with me in front of her husband and he would tease her that given the chance she would not know what to do with me if she was given the opportunity, just. There were forty four days before the Martial competition. It would not be enough time for him to adapt to the fifth bottleneck, at least he was not conceited and risk it at the expanse of missing the competition.Actually, Zax did not plan to train or do anything related to training or cultivating. What he wanted to do was go to one of his favorite places where he could be by himself and submerge over the things that bothered him until he will find a solution for them....The issues Zax wanted. Sitting naked in front of a room of strangers was suddenly making me very self-conscious. Yet, I also wouldn’t ditch either. I was a man of my word. I felt even more awkward when the professor, an incredibly attractive woman looking to be in her early thirties came back stage. She was wearing a black skirt and pantyhose with open-toed heels, which allowed me to see her red painted toenails through the nylon. My fetish was tits and legs, especially legs in nylons, and my cock did what it always. “Have I been neglecting you?” he asked, nuzzling against her jaw. She purred, lips twisting upwards in amusement. “Only enough that I can complain about it.” She teased him. He nipped at her shoulder. “Brat…” he muttered, dipping his hips so that his still clothed erection brushed against her skin. She bucked, craving the friction against her sensitive flesh. “Damien!” She hissed, her eyes darkening. He chuckled, repeating the action. “Evangeline, so desperate for me…” Again, “I bet I could.