A gunshot rang out, echoing off the walls of the enclosed pool area. She heard the cheers, but then, nothing at all, as she dived into the water. She ...ept a low profile as she cut through the water, then extended her arms, pushing the water past her, her legs propelling her faster through the water. Every third stroke, she went up to take a breath. She came to the wall at the other end of the pool, flipped forward, and kicked off the wall, slicing through the water, then coming to the surface,. “Is it always this crowded here?” he asked her. “Not all the time” she replied. “The fiesta of San Antiqua is tomorrow; people are getting their ingredients for the feast tomorrow” “Ah, is that why you wanted to come home yesterday? For the fiesta?” he asked her. She turned to him and gave him a smile. “Well, that a part of the reason” she said. “The other part is my school reunion’s next week and as I said earlier we’re going to be meeting up with a few of my friends from when I was still in. Sara loved being adored, and she often watched her victim’s eyes to see which of her features most appealed to them…it made it easier for her to get what she wanted without wasting time. “The young ones usually go for my breasts”, she thought, and once again her instincts proved right as his eyes latched on to the expanse of skin running down to her navel. She moved her shoulders closer together and leaned forward to make it easier for him to see the objects of his desire, but he flushed and. We ran around the fields on the tractor, took long bike rides. But the item that sticks in my mind is on one afternoon winding up in the bedroom with him naked. While he was younger than I, he was British and a lot more worldly. He instituted some mutual masturbation, which really was quite nice, but didn’t lead anywhere. We lay there for a few minutes fondling each other’s dicks, neither of us came. The next day the same thing happened, while he was more sophisticated than I, he may have.