All the same, the whole experience felt just wonderful. The water flowing over his bare skin had a very sensuous feel to it and made Tom feel quite fr...sky despite the ridiculous look of his shriveled up cock.“Maybe my mom is onto something after all with all this nudie stuff!” Tom mused to himself.As Tom swam about he noticed a small wooden platform just out from the lake’s edge. It was anchored to the lake floor and bobbed about with the lap of the water but didn’t drift away. Tom swam over to. I make two gin and tonics and grab some nuts bringing them all over and hand her the drink. She's used to being waited on you can tell as she barely thanks me, almost an auto-pilot thing. Grew up privileged no doubt.I smile to myself and take a sip, following her gaze out at the sunset, "Want to go out on the deck?"She just nods again. She's a confusing one.We head outside and take our seats, looking out again at the sunset. Eventually, she turns to me and says in a rush of garbled words,. He forced his way into the house, apologizing as he did so.He was not that bad looking, he was about 6'2", 180 pounds, stunning hazel eyes, luscious lips, and semi medium hair. How he would normally look would probably stop traffic, but he was dressed in a soaked T-shirt and cargo shorts. "I'm sorry I forced my way in. Do you have a basement? We need to get to the basement," he said, "the tornado warning is out right now, heard it on the radio, I figured I'd be swirling around in the air if I. " "That remains to be seen. For now, however, I am pleased enough to begin my tale. How and where it ends, is up to you, Jenny." He continued stroking her thigh, noting how it quivered at his touch, wondering if it would be more entertaining to let her simmer or to bring her to a quick boil this time as he collected his thoughts, the story forming in his head. "Not so long ago, in a land far, far away," he began, his fingers moving beneath the plain white shift that covered the upper half of.