I continued lazily circling around the above ground pool with my eyes closed, occasionally dunking my head under the water. My penis was beginning to ...well a little bit from all of the sensations surrounding the situation. (And from the fact that I would occasionally give it a few strokes, out of my own excitement.) This went on for a few minutes when I heard the back door close. My neighbour came out in her bathrobe to smoke a cigarette and let the dog outside. She is still fairly attractive. She smiled over at me and told me that she really loved rough sex and her boyfriend knew it. She knew she would be whipped again and often. She got wet just thinking about it. She even liked the idea of being a whore. Being taken by strangers and made to service them in any way they liked turned her on more than anything in life. With that she turned to the biker fucking her and opened her mouth to his kiss. I could tell that she was about to cum again. She moaned and raised herself up to meet. The pool was heated which made it less of an effort on those cooler mornings and there were only those dedicated swimmers hoping to make it into a state or national team who also came every morning. There were also a handful of staff around to keep an eye on things.Jan would put on her one piece swimsuit at home before leaving for the pool. She would usually slip a dress over the top just so she would be covered in case she had to get out of the car at some point. Once inside the pool she would. There stood Ms. Dodson. Though she wore a plain pink shirt and black slacks, Aiyanna felt an overwhelming amount of calming, positive energy radiating within Ms. Dodson's aura. Gently, she took Aiyanna by the hand. "Come in, sweetie." As she entered Ms. Dodson's home, Aiyanna was greeted by the warming scent of lavender and vanilla candles. Leading her to the living room, Ms. Dodson hugged her and asked, "How are you, honey?" "I am fine, thank you," Aiyanna replied trying not to let the quiver.