He told me that no one was watching and he likes the feel of the water naked. I took my shirt off and jumped in. But then he told me to swim naked to ...ee how good it feels. i reluctantly took my shorts off, and covered my cock. He told me not to be shy and just jump in. So I did. We swam around for a bit while talking. Then he brought it up. He brought up how he saw me staring. I tried to deny it but he didn't believe me. He was slowly itching closer to me. Then without me seeing, he swam. I allowed a soft moan to escape my lips and he began to move faster/ thrusting his cock hard into me then pulling it almost fully out before thrusting deep again. I was worried he might misjudge this and accidentally slam his erection painfully into my arse so I began to use my feet like a safety barrier/ drawing him back into me each time he tried to escape. The hard heels of my shoes digging into his buttocks. A nice steady rhythm like waves crashing against the shore. Byrons fingers tickled. I didn't see an escape. There was no cover for twenty or more feet and there were just too many soldiers. Mary, I love you, I sent. I don't think I'm getting out of this one.No! I can't lose you, Mark!I swallowed. There was only one hope. Tiffany said Monks were fighters, that their powers were combat oriented. I was as physically strong as a man could be, with quick reflexes. If I charged them, maybe somehow I could defeat them. I hoped that the amulet might sustain a few more shots. I. I am writing in this journal with hope and fear. Fear that I will be found and hope that my account of the facts will free my good name, well, my legal name. Until then, I hide under the identity of my sexy alter ego, Dalila Jones, using my seduction to gather evidence on my behalf. I can't trust anyone, not even the law at this point….let's get back to the facts in great detail. So I had just been abandoned by the fire-engine red porsche. The smell of rain made me look back to the stormy.