As I sat there looking at all of those pictures of cum covered feet I allowed my mind to picture Kshitiz’s cock spurting his hot cum all over my fee.... The idea distracted me so much that Kshitiz had to shake my shoulder to get my attention.“Are you okay?” Kshitiz asked.“Yeah, I’m fine. Your birthday is next Thursday right?” I asked.“Yes, why?” Kshitiz asked.“How about I skip Monday and come on Thursday instead so that we can celebrate your birthday together?” I asked.“I would love to have you. I won't lie that shit felt good whether he was motivated by my rejection or he really wanted me I loved that attention and got a kick out of shutting his ass down LOL. One Friday I went to work out as usual I went and got the key from the front desk and I decided to change my clothes in the weight room since I knew he was off that day and wouldn't see me walking through the warehouse in my tights. I was actually a lil disappointed. I walked over to the door stuck the key in and reached inside. The street was packed with people for blocks. It always is this time of year. To my amusement, she found a scanty clothed shot girl at the doorway of a tourist bar, and said she wanted a shot. After the girl read out all the flavors, she decided she wanted a 'Messy BJ'. The barmaid said that she can drink it from her cleavage for an extra tip. Sara looked at me and I handed her $10. The barmaid placed the shot between her tits, pulled Sara's face toward her, leaned over, and poured the shot. One didn't have to be a world-class swimmer or some trained seal to survive. The program was just concerned with teaching each participant to learn how to float and to navigate to safety when in over their head. Little tricks like inflating clothing and grasping the concept of treading water for an extended period of time were key elements. Above all, the ability to avoid "panic" in a sudden situation was the most important ingredient of all.It just so happened that Yvette was a "beach bunny".