Mom was thirty four and Dad almost forty when I was born, but that didn't stop them from giving me a terrific childhood. We lost Dad when I was thirte...n and it took Mom several years to get over his passing.Now I was eighteen and senior in high school. I had always been bright and all through school had advanced quickly. My last year of school required no special classes other than three just for credits. Photography was one of them as I had always liked taking pictures. I thought it was time. However, he was a very fit man, his chest broad and his hips narrow. His brief swimwear left little to the imagination. Stacy tried to take her eyes off his obviously erect cock but could not. The waistband of his trunks was just barely containing it.The woman could have been as old as thirty but that made her considerably younger than the man. She was tall and skinny, almost flat-chested. This did not prevent her from flaunting her fit form. The suit she wore was silver gray and absolutely. Uh..." Mark's voice changed from happy to confused and all I could see was his back. "Who are you?" Bryce," a deep voice said. "Can I come in? Thanks."I didn't think Mark was going to let him in and I wasn't sure my boyfriend should. I'd never heard of anyone named Bryce before in my life and I glanced at Chris and he was confused too. The guy was coming in though, kind of pushing past Mark and that was strange just because Mark is a really big guy with some serious muscles, you know? This. She barely avoided getting her fingers caught by the door."Don't," he said menacingly. "I like you naked. That way, you won't go running outside for help."She sprinted for the end of the lockers. Not sure what to do then, she feinted to the right and ran left. The man was there waiting for her with open arms. He circled her wet body and lifted her high. No matter how she kicked and fought, she couldn't escape him this time."Bitch," he panted, "I ought to whale the tar out of you for this. But I.