Itouched the panties. They, too, were smooth and soft. Satin. My cockswelled further. Who would have thought that a blouse and a pair ofpanties could ...ave such an arousing effect on a guy? Not me, certainly.I blinked. For a moment, it seemed as though I'd forgotten why I'd comehere. I seemed to have been in a daze. I let go of thepanties--reluctantly--and grabbed the T-shirt, shorts, and sandals, gotdressed, and hurried from the closet. On my way out of the bedroom, Inoticed a bottle of Tammy's. She qualified for the low board and was told she was a natural at hitting the water with a clean entry that always scored high points in any competition.The high board didn't seem that high when she was up there looking down but most of the girls changed their minds when they saw how small the pool looked beneath them. After some practice dives, she showed them her form that she had practiced just for fun at summer camp where she worked as a counselor.The coach was a nice young man called Andre. That is, until now&hellip, I had been working almost non-stop for over three weeks. It had been a very lucrative start to my workation (work vacation), but I was now exhausted. Luckily, I had finally been given a few days off and I was determined to enjoy my time off to its fullest extent. In other words, I would spend my time lying in bed and watching TV. At least that was the plan. When I awoke, I was devastated to learn the power was out. So much for my plan. Thank god I had remembered to. While I showered I had visions of my story going out over the local news. My mothers shame. My grandmothers horror. At odd moments I groaned audibly. This was the kind of shit you couldnt even take to a therapist. I felt so filthy, so awful. And yet still I had to walk Monty every day, watch him sashay ahead of me, his head erect, nose twitching in the air, his balls swaying between his thighs. I threw myself into my work and went back to Montys later and later every night. Three weeks went by.