” “I've thought about that. Even thought that I was totally gay. I've been with a few men and even a couple of trannies, and yeah, I could perform...okay, but every time I was with any of them, I always thought about those times we jacked off together.” From the way he had reacted yesterday I had a hard time imagining him as being unable to perform. I wondered what other things he might have in the back of his head and was afraid to voice them for fear of being ridiculed. I came to a decision. I had never blown my load on a girl’s face before and the thought of it made my heart race and made my bone pulse against her soft skin. She slid her fingers across my shaft and pushed my cock onto her face. When she took her hand away my heart was beating so hard that my cock was throbbing and pulsing right in front of her eyes. She reached up and slapped it. When she did, it slapped against her cheek and popped right back up to attention harder than ever. The sting of the pop and the. . not when we go back ... we should do it when we're scheduled for swim. It should be, at the least, a mixed swim with the guys ... And we DON'T tell Lisa or Pete ... They've really stuck their necks out for us already; if Hartwell finds out they were in on it, he'll have them fired so hard, they'll never be able to get a job anywhere, anymore."Linda, organizer extraordinaire, took the ball. "Karen, Heather ... This afternoon, I imagine that Ginger and I will be in the naval battles. Would you. ”“Yes.”“Maybe.”“Why not?”“He doesn’t have to stand, he can sit.”“It would be better if he stood on his head.”“In the water?”“Yeah.”“He’d drown.”“Oh, yeah. I guess he would.”“It would be fun to watch.”“Maybe not.”“So can he sit or stand?”“Yes.”“What’s that mean?”“I think it means that he can sit or stand.”“What do the rules say?”“Does anyone remember the rules?”“Who needs rules?”“We can always make up some more.”“He can get out of the water.”“Okay.”“Sure.”Chom said, “It’s been decided. The rules.