I can’t help but want to feel you; I kneel over you as the water suspends me just above your cock. I look up at you and wink as my hands start to sl...de you out of your trunks. You stand slightly so I can remove them the rest of the way. Your beautiful cock springs to life as its set free from its confinement. I push you gently back onto the side of the pool which keeps your cock just above the water. You brace yourself with your arms behind you as I take my position between your legs. Looking. Sims, she asked him to call her Susan and he was still trying to remember to do that, was about 45 years old Jonnie figured. She was in great shape with a body that could only be called voluptuous. Her breasts were big, and looked to be all natural as far as Johnnie could tell. He spent a lot of time studying her well shaped ass and swelling bosom. Johnnie liked to jack off thinking about her and he looked forward to a summer of seeing her more. Thinking about her in a bathing suit was enough. “No 'sirs' here, buddy, name’s Mac. My surname’s McDonald, but everyone just calls me Mac,” he explained.“Should I call you Mr. McDonald, sir?” I questioned.“Nah… Mac will do,” he concluded.After supper, two large pots of hot water were poured into a tub that he had placed in the kitchen. After adding cold water he handed me a towel and a bar of soap. “Well… strip and get in the tub,” Mac ordered. After doing as I was told he collected my clothing, before emptying the contents of my bag. “I had. Looks like they’re ready for a barbecue in here, with all these flamethrowers. And traps.”James was reassuring. “Nice and steady, ma’am. If we don’t set them off, they can’t hurt us, right?”“Yep.” I started working my way through the traps, ignoring the announcer. He was complaining about how slow we were going. We made it around to a set of stairs, taking out more traps, to find a very rickety pathway next to some windows. “You know if you step on the boards, they’re going to fall. I’ll show.