I started pulling up on the runners ahead of me a little at a time. One of them was having trouble maintaining his pace and the dang runner behind me ...as still step-for-step when we passed him at 7k. We were closing on the two leaders and I was wondering if it would come down to that last kilometer kick.And, in fact, four of us entered the last kilometer almost stride for stride. This was it. I wasn’t sure how much I had left in my legs. My lungs were fine—I’d been training at ten to thirteen. We drove to Reg's parents' place and Reg disappeared inside and came out again carrying an enormous sail bag, which he placed on the back seat where Sandra had been sitting, forcing Sandra to sit on my lap.Neither of us minded that – I was soon running my hands all over her beautiful young barely-covered body. When I pushed my hand under her bikini top and squeezes her nipple, I half expected her to push my hand away and tell me to behave myself. Instead she pushed her hand down inside my board. Penthouse was my go to. I would browse cover to cover but was always drawn to the cocks and cum shots as well as the 900 number ads in the back with various kinks. There was always a couple of gay oriented ads. Guys about to swallow a cock or bending over to accept one. These always got me going.As the summer progressed I would spend more and more time looking at these ads. Sneaking off to the restroom now and then for a quick jerk while I fantasized about a thick cock in my mouth. I needed to. When he left, he promised to return in order to let me know of his decision. So far, neither of us has touched upon that subject. Sooner or later, it must come up. But not just yet.Sliding down so his body is fully submerged, he leans back far enough to duck his head under the water to get his hair wet, then surfaces again, scrubbing the water out of his eyes and pushing his hair back so that it lies plastered down to his head, which makes him look most unusual. He leans back once again. .