.. now more than two or three... those were the hasslers. Four or five meant a neighbor or Art's parents. Any more than that and it signaled work.Kath... reached the phone on its seventh ring. She didn't have to count the rings any more, the sound was imprinted in her brain, indelibly."Hello?" Yes, he's locking the garage door now. Hold on a minute..."Unavoidably, she knew it was work. Probably some tip on the drug bust, she guessed. But who could tell? The underground policemen with whom Art. My mom said the bedrooms and bathrooms are all ready to go. The kitchen has some staples, and the fridge in the garage has stuff for hungry teenagers. I don’t know if you have any bathing suits, but the pool cage has privacy windows if you want to swim in underwear or nude. My brother and sister swam nude daily since they were babies. The pool system is fully automated. If it runs out of something or needs maintenance, the pool people will come out to take care of it. They have some way of. ”She lifted her legs again, her knees on each side of her bouncing breasts. “It’s running out of me. I feel running down to my asshole. Fuck me, baby” she pleaded, “Fuck me like a slut…. Fuck me like the slut that you want me to be.”I was really slamming into her and growling like an a****l. “Do you feel it all around your cock?” she yelled. “I want to always make you this happy” she said with genuine lust in her eyes, “I want you to want me this much… to be this hard as you fuck me.”“I DO want. When he got to the end of the pool, his head ducked and his body rolled in a tight somersault before his feet hit the end of the pool and shot him off in a strong, streamlined push, his arms out ahead of him. He looked like some sea creature, totally at home in the water.He did four more circuits before he stopped, in the shallow end, and stood up, looking around."There you are," he said, across the pool.She looked at his wet chest, and felt a tingle in her belly. She couldn't believe she was.