Stew was with them.As Jean was being carried on Andrew's shoulders, Stew swam between his legs to re-emerge on the other side. Rachel never really not...ced how Stew was built, but today she took a closer look..wine starting to help, she started concentrating on Stew's swim trunk and could see the outline of a rather nice cock. Nothing for Andrew to be jealous about, but nice anyways.Finally after a few moments, all 3 came out of the pool and sat at the same table Rachel was at. Rachel really had. This time he had been gone for almost two years. When she moved from San Francisco to Ft. Worth, she figured he would never reappear, but she hoped. Unanswered e-mail messages were like little trail markers she left for him to follow. Mostly just family and business news, but a few were spicy and left with the promise of the scent of a bitch in heat. Some of those were answered, but not to her satisfaction. The last e-mail she left in his mailbox was to let him know that her husband might be. "You don't need to be sorry." he said, "As long as you can make up for it.." She looked over at him. He was still staring forward, but she looked down and saw a huge bulge in his neat slacks. Her heart pounded and her pussy ached. "Jessica, I don't want to fail you. I could though. And don't think I wouldn't." He locked eyes with her. "But if you want to graduate," he reached down and slowly unbuckled his pants. "You need to bend over, open your mouth, and swallow me." She was speechless as. When he arrived at the end, the lantern lit the rough-hewn, moss-cloaked timbers of a heavy door set into the rock. A crudely forged iron bar protruded from the face of the door, and Dave tried it. Apparently, this lever served as a release for the latch, because there was a hollow click, and the door moved slightly. A strong pull on the bar brought the grating screech of iron hinges, and the door swung towards the inside of the tunnel. After a few moments to accustom his eyes to the bright.