I am a regular swimmer and I love to swim.Now coming to the story. Last year I went to swim as I do every year, in a club in Nagpur. I usually went at...around 6 in the evening. Main jab swim karta tha mere alawa pool me 3-4 log hi hote the. Usme se ek hi mahi. She a was young girl 22yrs, fair and nice boobs. But maine kabhi use waise nazaron se dekha nahi.Ek din who mere pass ayi aur mujhe boli – “ kya aap mujhe swimming sikhaoge” Me – haan sure. Kaunsa style seekhna chahti ho?Mahi- Freestyle,. So, are you his fag-hag?"He laughed as if that were the funniest thing. But before I could answer, Billy did. "No dad, she isn't my fag-hag. Amber is my lover. Right sweetie?" Yeah. I'm Billy's lover."I would've lied even if I wasn't. But it wasn't a lie, I hoped. I hoped that Billy would love me, love me very much. I stood by him and held his hand.His father blinked. "You expect me to believe this?"Billy faced him head on. "I don't care what you believe."His father turned his attention back to. We continued to follow the road for another mile. There we found where the men on the horse had cut cross country; the grass was trampled down enough for us to follow the trail when it wasn't marked in the sand and dirt. That horse was very heavily laden, and it had to have some relief pretty soon. We followed for another mile and found where one of the men had gotten off and was walking beside the horse. This continued for half a mile until we came to a stream. The trail turned down stream and. “Impressive, boy. Ain’t that right, Momma?” When he got no response, he repeated, “I said, ain’t that right.”Lisa whispered, ‘yes’.“Oh, come on now. You can do better than that.”A pinch of tit flesh and she practically yelled, “Yes. It is very impressive.”Steve lifted her breast and rubbed where it was red from the pinch. It was as if he was petting a cat, “That’s better. Now keep going.”Lisa slowly leaned over. Only a miracle could save her now. She closed her eyes tightly, praying that this.