.. First Matt, Terry... then Bernie, each boy taking turns slamming his big thick prick into her yearning cunt, trying to outdo the others."Fuck it to...me, fuck it to meeee!" she howled.Some fuzzy part of her mind was thinking logically and hoped the boys were still in the pool because she knew she couldn't be quiet. She couldn't stop moaning and squealing as she worked herself quickly toward that urgently needed climax. She arched her body so she could dig her stiff fingers as deeply as. "Lori shot a look at Don and asked, "What do you mean, Don?"Don looked at Sam and asked, "What do you need to match my bet?"Sam said in a raised voice, "I'd like you to answer the lady, Don." I will if you tell me how short you are," countered Don."Sam sat back then finally replied, 'Three Fifty.'"Don offered, "I will call us even if you throw your lady in the pot."Sam asked again, "What do you mean by putting Lori in the pot?"Don nervously answered, "I mean that if I win this hand, she will do. He was quite chatty, talking about Gerry sharing what is now her car. He was telling Gill that one of the two guys appointed to look after Wayne in Istanbul was a Turkish Cypriot who had served as an NCO with the British Army and was married to a cousin, spoke the lingo like a native and knew his way around the Middle East like the back of his hand, while his partner, although not family, yet, was ‘well experienced’, he said, in foiling kidnap attempts.But Gill wasn’t really listening; she had. All of the other students started laughing, seeing this. Even I joined in laughing, seeing how these silly students of mine were so happy that their German teacher had agreed to go to the pool. I turned to go to my room. But then I realized I had not packed any swimwear or anything.I mean, of course, I was not aware that there would be a swimming pool here and I would have to go into it. So I went back to the boys and told them, “I do not have anything to wear to the pool.” They were kinda.