We floated around, me on my back and Christine near me, standing in the shallows, crouched down to keep only her shoulders out of the water. We talked...about what we'd been doing over the summer."Feels good?" I asked her, after a little while."Yeah, it's nice and cool." But boring, huh? We can get out if you want," I offered."I think you should get out first. You don't want to miss the show!" she warned me.I did, and hustled over the the lounge chairs we shared. While I began drying myself off,. “Don’t forget that our housemates are coming back tomorrow, and who knows what their schedule is,” I pointed out. “Maybe I can make you happy now and we can see about tomorrow,” Sarah indicated. “Make me happy?” I asked with a little chuckle. Sarah ran her finger nails over my shaft, still well contained in my pants. “Would you be interested in a slow hand job?” “Yes I would,” I told her. Sarah undid my pants, pulled down the zipper, and had me slip of my pants and underwear. My manhood was. “I want to extend my sexual boundaries and fulfil some of my fantasies,” I tell some of my girlfriends each time I see them. Without exception, they all wanted me to tell them about those fantasies, their voyeuristic streak showing.“A thick, hung man, ten or fifteen years younger, with a nine or ten-inch erection fucking me. Perhaps two, thick, hung men, one is fucking me while I suck the other. “Even better, a sexy woman and two men.“Having my ass licked and kissed by a man and a woman as. I wondered, of course, how she might do in bed with her heft and experience. I liked swiving women with good pelvises and some meat on their bones. I had seldom mounted any that were much older than I was, at least not since I was a boy back on the farm and the girls were teaching us and using us for their pleasure, making us squirt it out in the grass, laughing and teasing in that long-lost springtime."Aren't you in the army?" she said, stretching her hem again and showing me a good bit of.