"About five minutes into my laps, I noticed that I was veering out of my lane - a habit I had broken years ago. I realized that I had been kind of laz... about really swimming and started doing it right. Pay attention to form and speed. I made a mental note that I needed to hit the weight room a couple times a week myself.I was a little later than usual getting back to Barb's cabin but I was awake and pumped up for the day. I knocked on her door."What?" she asked when finally opened it, "you lose. As my girlfriend continues to suck on my cock, I can see every single vein and bulge on Shaylas thick member penetrate my girlfriend’s deepest areas of her cunt. Her balls slap against my girlfriends clit as I stick my tongue up to run against Shayla’s cock as it moves in and out. Then, after tasting enough of my girlfriend’s juices, I move my tongue back towards Shayla’s asshole and bury it deep inside the best I can with her motions. Shayla reaches back with a hand and shoves my face more. Going through my mind was if they are swingers the conversation in the years we known them never came up nor did any opportunities my wife and his wife getting together. A little while later my wife excuse herself when inside I waited a little bit and follows her tell everyone I'll get them some drinks to get me away from the table I went inside and found my wife and she said to me they're not into swinging they're just regular couples that just like to have a good time and that's it. I said. Until...“Hey, Sam,” Kayla said.“Yeah?"“You know that was my first time,” She said.“Yeah, I know.”“Sam, I like you. But are we friends? Are we fuck buddies?" Kayla said, putting on her clothes, confused. She had caught feelings for Sam Prescott.“I like you too, Kayla. But to answer your question... I don’t know. I do know one thing. I got you.”Kayla smiled. The bell rang for the next class.“What you got next period?”“This college prep class,” Kayla said.“I got you, girl.”They proceeded to walk.