It was only the faintest of starts and he would need a lot more work before he was ready for a second round but the night could prove a long one for h...m if she set her mind to it. She smiled cruelly. Did it matter if he actually finished a second time? After all the longer he stayed hard the more fun her ride, especially if he fulfilled his promise first. His jaw dropped in shock as he stared at her, almost as if he read her thoughts. Of course he probably did know what her smile implied, their. I kneaded her boobs as much as I could. She was just moaning and maoning, ahhh ahhhh umm, ummm yreahhh arrghhh yeahh.. I juggled with her boobs, I then extended her arms upwards and massaged the sides of her boobs till her armpits to upper arms. I did many times.Then I moved to tummy flicked my fingers on her tummy, massaged her tummy and fingered her tummy button. I moved my hands on the sides, paying attention there and slightly kneading the areas. I caressed her lower abdomen till her upper. My mind was full of her under water body. As part of the subject I was going under water and coming up. I could see her white hair less thighs under water. In the meanwhile I started caressing her thighs and slowly moving upwards. She was not showing any opposition. I asked her lay on my two hands and swim without the air tube. She was while doing it I was enjoying the pressing of her big balls. Occasionally I pressed it and I knew she noted it .at this point I started rolling down her panties. Later in the day Danielle Stewart (now Danielle Stewart Harmon with beautiful kids in Salt Lake City) struck up a conversation with me, there was never anything between us, though I admired both her beauty and charm. I asked her if she’d liked the story. She said ‘yes, though it was a little ‘risky’ ‘ I corrected her, ‘risque’ (and it was stupidly so.) She asked me if I liked the word, I might have explained that words were just tools to me but I used to find it difficult to be a ‘raconteur’.