Splash .. Splash .. The water was so cold it was like a million pins sticking me all at once. I saw my scarves get whipped away I was fighting for air... Being a spring fed lake it was ice blue clear. I looked at the surface and Steven was screaming. ‘Katherine, I’m coming.’ He shouted. When he jumped into the water, he swore later his cock shriveled crawled into his stomach. His balls felt like they could shatter off. ‘Oh my God Katherine. Jesus it’s so cold so damn cold. Are you okay?’ Steven. No it was someone new, an old man in his 70's I'd say, about 5'9" bit of a belly. He stood at the urinal, unzipped, looked across at the alpha male, then at me, then himself and back at me."Go into the end stall and strip off, I think this guy would like to see you naked."The toilets had two stalls so I went into the end one. The floor was dry and it was clean so, with my back to the door, I took one trainer and sock off, then the other. It just wouldn't look right stood naked with trainers on. Fred assumed that the French slut must have done this several times before; her tongue and throat control while she worked away at Fred’s cock had an obvious professional flare.‘God… How are you so good at this?’ groaned Fred, as he lifted his head and cried out in ecstasy.‘All ze Beauxbatons female students must practice ze blowjob daily!’ replied the brunette goddess on her knees, after pulling Fred’s shaft from her throat, holding it inches away from her face as she spoke. As the French. "You mean a secret compartment? Bob, you've been reading too many Nancy Drew novels."He laughed."I loved those books when I was a kid. And I wanted Nancy Drew books more than the Hardy Boys, because then I could fantasize about being Ned and plundering her pussy on the pages of the book that weren't printed." Is that why you're so smitten with me?" asked Kendra, coquettishly. "I'm blond. Do I remind you of Nancy?" I confess that the things we do are very similar to the things I dreamed about.