"Was it damn good, " he asked? His face was glazedlike a donut."Oh fuck... yes, it was damn good sweetie, "I opened my eyes and kissed his honey coate... lips. Then slowlylicked his cheek and whispered into his ear, "ButMama still wants more."I moved down on his strong body, undid his pants and releasedhis manhood. "Oh Damn, Happy Birthday to me!"He was thick, long, cut, and nicely groomed just the wayI liked. I wrapped my hand around his hard black cock andstroked his beautiful dick. If it were. Nah, no wrong ideas - just normal male appreciation.It was rather strange though. As the months passed, I would get a call every once in awhile from Bernie Van Horn. He was sensitive enough to never bring Kim up in our conversations, but was interested in what I was doing and how I was getting along. The strange thing was that I would also get a call now and then from, of all people, Katherine Van Horn. She seemed genuinely concerned about me and was warm and friendly on the phone. I was really. "I giggled and turned to him, curious to what his intentions were. Heexplained that I should first get used to the water by walking into thedeep parts and get used to being in and under water. At first. it was abit scary going under, but soon I started to enjoy it. Gabe was reallypatient and nice with his lessons, and before long I was paddling alongalready in something he said was the breast stroke. After about an hour,Gabe decided that it was enough for today. I would have liked to go on,but. I shivered, as if from the cold, except that it was warm in his living room. “You’re a little tease, aren’t you,” said Steve, not unpleasantly. “A little bit!” I said. “Do you like what you see Steve?” “Oh yeah!” “Do you want to fuck me Steve?” He sat down and pulled me towards him, with his hands around my tiny waist and then cupped my breasts and kissed them softly. I suddenly developed goose bumps all over my body as his lips closed around first one nipple and then the other. I ran my hands.