I've written about that on my blog which you can read (email me if you need the blog address or google Aussie Speedo Guy). What I want to tell you gu...s about is what happened on Thursday night.The coach for the Masters swimming program is a mid-twenties guy, I'll call him Aiden here but that isn't his real name. I think that is the least I can do for him considering he is allowing me to share it with you guys.The first night I went along to the training session I didn't know anyone. I got. Earl charged very little and in return David maintained the boatyard in good condition and checked in on Earl periodically, making sure the old salt was still breathing. David knew that Earl came down to visit the ‘Alice Marie,’ when he wasn’t around. He would occasionally make a comment that she needed a little paint or repair here or there, things he certainly couldn’t see from his living room window. The figure coming down the dock was definitely not Earl. He had the quick, purposeful gait. Unoccupied for at least fifty years, hardly anyone left could even remember anyone ever having lived there, and when the wind would blow, strange sounds echoed from the holes and cracks in the tired old walls, which was just about enough to discourage even the bravest k** to go to poking around the place. It was a lucky thing too, because what was lurking in that dank basement was as close to the devil incarnate as you could find on earth! On a old solid oak table lay a figure that appeared to. Laura smiled watching me dress, “You have a beautiful body. Has anyone ever told you that?” I confessed not.“Beer or wine with your sushi?” she asked. She handed me a beer and we sat at her breakfast table to share our sushi. We sat enjoying the tasty sushi while catching up some more. The V in her dress was open more than in the restaurant showing most of her cleavage. Her nipples still poked through it. I couldn’t believe we’d just fucked. I’d thought of her sexually once in a while, but.