“So Georgia; how are you?”“Fine thank you.”“Have you been practicing what we discussed?”“You mean the getting myself off and saying ‘P...iapus’?”“Yes Georgia.”“Yes I have.”“Since you were last here, how many times have you done it?”“Difficult to say, I haven’t kept a count but it’s probably somewhere in the region of 100 times.”“ONE HUNDRED. Wow Georgia something like 8 or 10 was the answer that I was expecting; and that’s probably more than the average for a young woman like yourself.”“But I. She was going at a steady pace at this time and I started panting which I think caused her to increase the speed of her hand. I could tell any second I would blow my load so I stopped trying to hold it back and leaned back against the side of the pool and let it go. You could see the streams of cum shooting out into the water of the pool. After I was done I returned my cock to its place and tied my bathing suit. Then I turned around and Alex was still sleeping on the chair and her mom wasn’t in. Not in the least.” “Isn't the bar closing?” “No. Mac keeps it open until one. He's got nowhere else to be I guess.” “Do you?” she asked. He reached over and took her left hand in his, held the fingers up. “Not really,” he said. “You play lead?” “Sort of,” she said. “Not as good as you.” “Pretty good callouses,” he said as he examined her finger tips. “What do you have?” “Rickenbacker 340,” she said. “But it's in the shop.” “What's wrong with it?” “I meant the pawn shop,” she said. “Gonna be. I now felt revolted at the fascination I had felt earlier when shown a hellcat eye submerged in an acidic solution.i reaked and figured befor i moved on i might aswell wash myself. i took off my dirty ripped shirt and dove into the water. i washed myself making sure to clean my mane restoring it to its natural grey/silver color. as i was getting out i smelled her..i knew her smell intensely after spending days alongside her. i glanced to around and saw her standing not 50 feet away. i quickly.