‘What’s wrong?’ Morris asked me. ‘I don’t know. I guess I’ve been thinking about what you were talking about. I mean trying to live a goo... life, getting clean and off the drugs. I thought maybe I could do the same. I mean I’ve been clean and sober for a hundred and fifty-eight days now, but here I am. Sitting in a bar when I should be out there working.’ ‘You know we’re both alike.’ Morris said. I thought about it for a minute and then looked at him. ‘What do you mean?’ ‘Well, we both want. We lounged by the edge and exchanged stories from work, college, and high school. There wasn’t any sexual stories exchange, but after a while, Victoria did reach down and massage my cock and balls after a bit. She never said a word about it, and neither did I.Once we had regained some energy, Victoria suggested that we play some one-on-one volleyball in the shallow end. She and her friends had little competitions, and I obliged. We had some long rallies, and we had some short rallies. The. There was no hiding it now and Pete also knew it. He began focusing his strokes on my clit. Up, down, side to side, round and round; I was about to explode. He started patting my mound and clit at the same time like a little mini spanking. It was a good spanking. I could feel my clit throbbing after each little slap. I tried to see what he was doing, but instead I was distracted watching his huge bulge throb. I couldn’t take much more. I closed my eyes but I could still see it. He stopped. I'd bewitched Jenny -- binding her affections to me with a bit of magic I'd learned from my girlfriend, Stacey.Objectively, it was wrong to have done it, but I hadn't precisely intended her to be a sexual partner when I'd started. Having seen, up close, how much Jenny enjoyed being with me, I couldn't regret it, but the thought that she'd lost her job because of me burned in my stomach -- and it wasn't the good kind of burn we'd shared that morning. It had only been a waitressing job, but she'd.