I was humping the redheaded Crystal right inside the doorway to her office early the next morning like we were old pals ready to give up our innermost...secrets with no attempt to hide any facts at all. Fortunately, we managed to both hit the high note of a happy tingle before her secretary arrived with the morning mail. The secretary’s name was Jasmin and she was originally from Iran. She was one of those foreigners that had the ability to blend in with suburb success. There was hardly any. We each took our shot then got back on the dance floor. Some guy came up behind me and Emmy and started grinding me from behind. He was cute, black, somewhat tall, thin, but cut, very cute in the face and a sexy smile. I started grinding my ass into him and I could tell he was getting excited. His hand felt the skin just under my tiny skirt. I felt his firm cock threw his blue jeans. He grinded me harded as I pushed into him. I turned around feeling his leg inbetween my legs and droping it. When I got within five miles of my car, I submerged and motored toward it as fast as I could without making a wake on the surface. Making like a submarine in a river is much harder than in the big, wide ocean. River travel requires constant attention to what's immediately in front of me (which is often old trees that I need to quickly avoid), and it requires another blob above the water level so I can see where the main channel is, which way the river is turning, etc. I also wanted a third blob. This afternoon, there are a few mothers with little kids and old guys walking their dogs, but it’s pretty quiet; most kids are still in school, except lucky us.We find ourselves a quiet spot on the grass, and make ourselves comfortable. We take off our blazers, shoes and socks, and I get out my textbook, while Sarah lies down on her back. She pulls up her school skirt (which is already pretty short) to get as much sun as possible to her long legs.Everything is quiet for a while, apart from the.