They stopped and leaned their backs up against the warm doors on the driver’s side. They were breathing heavily from running. They tried to catch th...ir breaths. Charles laid his jacket on the hood of the car to his right, undid his tie and unbuttoned a few buttons on his shirt. They looked at each other and smiled. Their smiles faded as they stared at each other, taking in their appearances. His white shirt was still wet and clinging to his chest. His dark mat of hair was clearly visible as his. The water dripping from my wet swim shorts made slippery puddles around my feet and I stepped carefully the last few yards. As I reached the apartment’s door I turned and smiled at my wife Alice, who was completing the last few confidant lengths of her daily exercise routine. She turned at the pool’s end, her long blonde hair, pulled back into a pony tail and dark with wetness; fell down her slender back. The water made her skin shine as she nodded and returned my smile before continuing her. The buzzing bliss brought me closer and closer to my orgasm.As the ache built at the tip of my girl-cock, the vibrators humming against my sensitive crowns felt even more intense. I gasped, fingers digging into my tits. I whimpered, back arching. I felt the cameras and the audience watching me in breathless anticipation.“Oh, my god, Cass,” I groaned, my cunt clenching down on those ben wa balls. “This is ... This is amazing. Ooh, you’re just so naughty!”“Uh-huh,” she moaned.Then she tugged.I. "Why did you do it?" Jason heard himself ask.Henry raised an eyebrow. "Why?" Yes, why? Why did you cover for me like that?"When Henry hesitated, Jason understood he had as good as admitted that his description of the events that took place in the picnic area the night of the Rite was only a cover story. "Jason, sometimes a teenager like you has to be allowed to do things on his own. And find out things on his own."Jason looked for a hidden meaning to his father's words, as they had answered.