It also gave him the time to go over the plans systematically.There were a couple of points in the plan where luck had to play a part but most of it w...uld be down to timing and teamwork.The time had come to get everyone together to make sure everything that was required was in place.Walking into the Curzon Club was like experiencing Déjà Vu. Everything was the same. Walking past Ray playing the fruit machine as usual, the film Groundhog Day popped into his head again. Looking around he was half. . Pat broke his gazeaway, realizing that he had been staring at John's crotch.They both sat in silence for many minutes before Pat finally announcedthat he had had enough for one evening. John muttered good night, andPat walked back down to his sleeping hut alone. When he stepped intothe soft glow of the oil lamp he had rigged, he looked at himselfcarefully in the mirror. He took off his glasses and noted that he nolonger needed them; he could see perfectly. What ever was happening tohim, it. I pushed off and followed. I had forgotten how tiring swimming can be and by the end of the fourth lap, i was breathing heavily and had to stop. Margaret swam up beside me and was barely winded. “it takes a while to build up your stamina” she said. “you need to practice as often as possible…you can use my pool anytime you like” she smiled rather wantonly at me. She climbed out of the pool, and stood naked before me. “come on…you can rub some lotion on me” she told me. I climbed out, and my cock. As I reached the bottom I looked at Terri’s eight year old sister Suzie, as he sat in front of the living room TV, staring at it with almost godly devotion. She is always like that. Whenever he had even a second of free time there she’d be, either playing video games (where I’d join along with her, if I had the time) or watching cartoons. As usual she was only wearing a night shirt and from past experience I knew she never wore panties. I straddled her back as I at down pressing my crotch.