I take a second to look around, two white butterflies shimmy across the riverbank, they remind me of teenaged sweethearts, blissfully aware of only ea...h other. A robin dive bombs to the floor and beats the fly it has trapped between its cartoon beak, to a quick death before it flies off to feed its babies who’s greedy voices can be heard in receipt of it. “This spot is perfect!” I tell you as I begin unraveling the rug from it’s designated compartment in the backpack hamper you abandoned at. She was like a pretzel and in that position I claimed her. I fucked her ass. After I came inside her, I had her blow me hard and I fucked her ass again. It was fantastic!Bailey's mom stepped out of their house and got into her car. I slunk down into my seat even though I knew she drove the other direction on her way to work. Bailey's dad was already gone by the time I pulled up in the neighborhood. Claiming Bailey would be different than claiming Justine. I would claim Bailey in her very own. Following her to the pool was a delight in itself. The snug fitting swimsuit displayed her bottom to perfection and my eyes were immediately drawn to every movement of that bottom as I followed her to the pool.I was first to enter the water, diving into the deep end, perhaps trying to demonstrate to Karen that I was a strong swimmer and her judgement of my aquatic skills on the day of my caning was totally unfounded. I swam a few lengths as Karen edged her way down the ladder into the shallow. Mom, only in her mid-forties, had realized she wasn't ready to leave architecture behind, so she'd set herself up as a sole practitioner. Soon, some religious cult had hired her to design a village of tiny houses for the homeless outside Youngstown. Dad had gone in with her. And now that was occupying most of their time.Which left Sloan and me, basically, twiddling our thumbs.Between thunderstorms, floods, and the odd tornado, I spent much of my time training on my bike. I raced road bikes for.