There were even sentries posted in the grotto that had been the sight of Lt. Trish McKeeson's gruesome death in the event that the Americans were stup...d enough to send another intruder through that entry. But, no one knew about the second grotto; no one except 2 military planners in Washington, D.C. and a single female swimmer laboring to reach the fortified island in the midst of a storm.Tracy swam the crawl; her body being swept up and down one swell after another and down into deeper and. She had a large collection of slips, both full and half, and drawers full of silky nylon panties and sheer stockings. The day that she saw me emerge from her bathroom, red-faced and with a cock about to explode, continued in an ecstatic few hours of mutual nylon worship as she wanked me to completion, her soft blue slip encasing my cock. She herself masturbated through her silky panties as she cried out in her lust about how she needed the soft nylon to bring herself off. It was so good to be. When we joined the others, they were showing a video of all of us in school. Once everyone was there, it changed. Somehow, they had made a secret video of each room in the hotel. It showed every couple doing whatever they had done after the dance. Finally, it showed us having sex, both times. I begged them to shut it off, but they all cheered him for doing what he was doing. Finally, it turned out that there was a contest."I was bawling now."There was a contest, and because he had done. Garreth pulled back, breathing hard in lusted exhilaration and looked at Therese. He could see in her eyes that she loved him, as he felt his love for her. It was her betrothal to Douglas Gordon that now stood between them. She searched his eyes, looking for a cause for his concerned look. ‘My Laird Garreth, what troubles you my love?’ Garreth found it hard to express his feelings for her, unsure of the words to say. He flustered each time he started to speak, adding to his discomfort. Therese.