Her cool, wet body was soaking into him, refreshing against his sun-warmed skin. Grabbing her around the waist he turned them over, pressing into her....Her legs wrapped around his waist as his fingers gently twined into her wet hair, which smelled of the ocean. He picked her up and, without breaking the kiss, carried her into the house and towards the bathroom.He set her on her feet on the dark blue and cream rug. The bathroom was the one place in the house where everything was very fluffy; it. “Really, no strings, and you’ll have your own room.”“What would your wife say?”I dropped my gaze and had to take a deep breath as my chest tightened and my throat started to close. “I no longer have one of those.”She stood staring for a while, and I was about to withdraw my invitation, when she simply said, “Ok.”I nodded, then we climbed, into the now warm car, and headed to my lonely home.~~~We arrived, and I pulled up to my garage door as it began to open.“Nice place,” she complimented as I. “Mr Jenkinson” the girl replied, with more than a hint of embarrassment.Miss Driscoll laughed, another cloud of smoke bellowing from her lungs. Mr Jenkinson, the history teacher in his late sixties had a reputation as being holier than thou, who made the pretence of strongly disagreeing with her approach to education. He had once made a complaint about her liaisons with the boys, which he had promised to drop in return for a sexual encounter of his own. But she didn’t do blackmail. If he had. I told them that they would have to guess without seeing it unless they were willing to go the whole nine yards.Dianne guessed about 7 1/2 inches and Laura guessed 8 1/2. Now this confused me. Not because they were far off, on the contrary, it's 8 inches. What confused me was how they guessed almost on the spot. I told them that they were both wrong but were close. Then Laura admitted that she secretly wanted to have sex with a woman once just to see what it was like. Dianne chuckled and we.