Once it was open I slid a leg in and took off my shoe. I set it and its mate on the radiator to dry. It would not be good to leave wet shoe prints in ...he house. I shut the window once I was in and began a search for the library.The door to the library was not locked and I opened the door. I did not want to turn on the lights, so I used a flashlight. I searched the desk and table looking for a clue that would reveal something about Marks and why he was meeting with Kund. Was it some Fascist plot. It was technically where you were supposed to get in and out of the pool. They made the boys sit on the platform, where their jutting penises were exposed, sticking up out of their laps like little anti-aircraft guns, searching for something to shoot down ... or in, as it were.They didn't tell the boys what was going on. Sam just said "Amy wants to see something," and she started pointing out on George's stiff cock where he was the most sensitive, and describing how to slip the tip of the cock. Not to mention ever be seen again. So am I happy? You can bet your ass on that. Who is Hank you ask? I guess some background information would help you understand. The guy I had a lifelong hate for went by the name of Hank Crankshaw. Hank and I had been at each other’s throats since grade one. That’s where we first started a hate for each other. It started in the playground one recess. He wanted my ball and glove in the worst way, and I wasn’t going to let him have them. We put on quite a show. The doors slid open and I offered to hang her coat on the rack for her. She smiled and said, ‘My oh my Frank, I can’t remember the last time a man helped me with my coat.’ An obvious reference to her jerk of a husband Jack. As I helped Carol slip out of her coat, my nostrils filled again with the sweet scent of her perfume. The vanilla scent was very sexy andmore than a little pleasant to my sense of smell. Hanging her coat on the rack I turned to face this married woman. I got my first look.