My parents told me that in order to get along in this life you need to dress well and look good, and who gives a damn about your brains. So I'm just ...hy of 6 feet tall and fairly well built; I even play water polo when sufficiently drunk enough not to care. But my desire was to be a professional, perhaps a systems analyst, with a nice wife and a couple of k**s. The dog in the front yard and the Volvo in the garage is optional, of course. When I was admitted into Pacific Tech, I was elated. . Sit on me. Lisas smooth, long leg unwound, stretching over me. With Lisa completely naked, it was never clearer how flawless she was-a tanned celebration of femininity-and with delicate, soft movements, she straddled me on the couch. Her swollen breasts heaved in my face. I ran my hand up Lisas thigh, over her hips and grabbed her ass. My dick pressed into her as she leaned forward, draped her arms around my shoulders. When we dated back in college I used to dream of this, she said. I know. The walls of her sex gripped my cock like a fist, pulling at me as she pushed herself down with a breathless giggle. I could hear her voice in my ear, telling me how good I felt inside her. How she'd been waiting since seventh grade for me to fuck her and take the cherry she'd been saving just for me.I thrust into the girl eagerly, holding her sweet round ass in my hands, digging my fingers into her firm cheeks and making Sonja gasp and shiver. My cock ached with desire. My balls tightened,. I jumped to him, splashing like a whale landing. He pulled me up and said show me what you can do. I flipped on my back, kicked my legs till I was floating,and used my arms to stay up. He smiled and said I was getting good at that. "Now show me how you can swim forward. I tried, but I couldn't get my butt up. He reached under me supporting my chest and stomach. "Ok, kick and move your arms like I showed you. I started kicking and moving my arms. As I moved, he kept up with me. I was swimming!.