Cindy wrapped her hands around his shaft and squeezed. Cindy got a little closer, leaned in and wrapped her mouth around his cock. She started to slid... his stiff penis down her mouth and Mr. Richards leaned forward and ran his fingers around her outer thighs. Her skirt had gone up an inch. Cindy slid off the couch and got between his legs. Keeping her mouth still on his cock she managed to remove his shorts and put them aside. Her lips got to the tip of his cock and she used her tongue to lick. I pulled out my finger and "tasted" it, saying: Yummy. She laughed and said that's pool water; she'd give me a better taste. The water wasn't cool (it was a Fresno summer of 100+ days), and I wasn't badly shrunked; so she was stroking and getting me hard. I'd have a hard time hiding it if any saw me up close!Kris went out her back door; and then back inside, slammed it loudly. The pool lights came on, so our options were limited there. I suggested we go up to her apartment. We collected. The clock shows six thirty when I wake the third time, but with the curtains pulled tight, I have no idea if it is morning or evening. I fumble about a bit and find my phone. Bloody hell, I have been sick for three days! Three days without calling in to work? I will be lucky if I even have a job!Strangely enough, there have been no calls. No voicemails. Not from work, not from Lori, not from any of my mates. Oh wait, Lori ran them all off, hadn’t she?I am feeling much better though, and a. My curiosity was peeked.I found her. A high school student, 19 years old, and crying. She didn’t notice me, had I not been able to read such things. I might of think I scared her off the edge. No, the grim and me both sensed her resolve. She jumped.I followed her and slowed time down for all but her ability to communicate with me. The look of shock would normally be amusing, but I don’t find this situation amusing.“What the, what is happening?” She screamed.I ignored the typical question for.