”“He’d drown.”“Oh, yeah. I guess he would.”“It would be fun to watch.”“Maybe not.”“So can he sit or stand?”“Yes.”“What�...s that mean?”“I think it means that he can sit or stand.”“What do the rules say?”“Does anyone remember the rules?”“Who needs rules?”“We can always make up some more.”“He can get out of the water.”“Okay.”“Sure.”Chom said, “It’s been decided. The rules say that you don’t have to stand in the water. You can sit or stand on dry land while we say bad things about you.”“Thank you,”. Who knows, maybe he was really good in bed and maybe a second date may yet be on the cards. Yeah yeah I know, call me shallow.He offered me a drink and we sat on the couch watching tv for a bit and making light conversation. During which time I could feel him getting closer to me and started touching my leg a lot when he spoke. Before long we were making out. I’ll be honest, he wasn’t a great kisser. But I was more intrigued as to what was in his pants. He had to at least be packing a half. . .” “Yeah,” he replied. “I hope that was OK? Gina said . . .” “You were great,” I interrupted. “Really.” “You can fuck me anytime,” Gina added, smiling. Chad’s eyes grew wide. He started to say something, then thought better of it. “I’m sorry I have to leave so fast, Mrs. Shepherd, but I’m late for the paper, even though there’s no school.” “It’s OK, dear, I’ll see you in school tomorrow.” Chad left. Gina sat next to me. “What do you think of these straps now? Ready for the whips? Hot wax?. .Eurgh! All the boys in my school had a little too little going on in the brains department and a little too much going on in the acne department! No boy had ever gotten so much as a second glance from me.Sighing, I lay down on my bed, letting my hands trail across my breasts before letting them drop to my pussy. As usual I was already wet...hormones! I bit my lip as I slowly teased myself, circling my clitoris slowly and occasionally sliding two fingers inside myself. Before long I was panting.