I pushed up against him, begging him to put out the fire raging inside my body. “I can’t take it anymore Abhay darling.”His hands tightened on m... hips, his muscled tightening as I watched through eyes half closed. His control was strong; dominating me. I tightened my muscles on him again, straining to force him deeper as everything inside me wanted him. His lips were at my neck, caressing my flesh, hard male growls of pleasure echoing in my ears as he shuddered over me. He pressed kisses to my. . .kicking, pushing, fighting, thinking of a dead child, when I rose to the surface, gasping for air. My line had already moved…I was totally out of sync. Another counselor’s eyes found mine when I blurted out, ‘I can’t reach the bottom.’ A muscular short man dove in immediately and replaced me. I quickly swam away from the line and found my way to the dock. I sat on the dock crestfallen. Words filled my head, ‘Pussy! I can’t even reach the bottom! I’m so fat! I’m a LOSER!’ After the water. Our hands touched, briefly, but the momentary but accidental touch was magical.“You know,” Jane said slowly as she punched in the wine screw, "When you asked me earlier, if I wanted to kiss you, I didn’t know how to respond.”I apologized a second time.“You don’t need to apologize,” Jane replied. “I’d be honored to be kissed by you.”Jane’s declaration caught me off guard.“Are you bi?” I asked.“I don’t know,” Jane replied. “I’m more bi-curious, than anything.”I knew that feeling. I told Jane. And that means fucking Rin again.”“A small price to pay to give a little happiness to someone,” the man says, turning his head away from her. “Isn’t that what being Santa is all about?”“Yes, I suppose it is,” Armera agrees as if it were like a bad taste in her mouth. “The werewolves don’t cause any trouble, which is a shame because what the werewolves of the dark ages did was wonderful.”“Only someone like you would find joy in that,” Calnes quips.“There was a time when you would too,” she.