I look at you with a smirk and swim closer. I swipe your auburn hair from your face and embrace you. I see you looking at the beach, worried. “Don'... worry, no one's looking at us.” I lean closer to you and meet your lips in a kiss. Moving my lips slightly, I let out a small moan into your mouth. Both our eyes are closed and we just stand there, my feet barely touching the bottom. I awaken from the trance your lips have put me in and look you in the eye. Without a word, I start half swimming,. "And he might. Problem is, if this gets out among the players and coaches, any way Paul uses me will be -- y'know -- kind of suspect." I don't understand," she said."If he doesn't use me, it'll be seen as Paul taking petty vengeance against me for banging his precious daughter. But if he does use me, and I screw up, even once, Paul could be accused of playing me as a favorite, because I'm his daughter's little boy-toy." It's hard to believe it could become that much of a sore point!" she. Let's go see!" Helena went blank.I didn't need to dress, just put on my shoes and socks. We waited the short time for Zhenzhen to peel off her t-shirt, my t-shirt actually, which hung half way down her thighs and of course looked adorable on her, and to put on panties, shorts and a clingy tank top, looking way to sexy for my poor cock and balls, and hurried down to Tash's apartment.It didn't surprise me to see Nick at the door fitting a master key into it."Keys to the kingdom, I see," I. "At least I'm not completely off in the wilderness somewhere."Unzipping the sleeping bag was much easier than it had been the night before. I slid out of the bag and sat cross-legged on it and reached for the cargo bag. It was at this point that some things finally occurred to me. I was Harold Lee Scoville. I was 93 years old. The last I remembered before last night had been laying in bed waiting to die of old age and generally crappy health. There should be no way I could be sitting in a tent.