I began stroking and found that you were motioning me to settled further down. Obedient to the moment I settled, greeted by the feel of your darting t...ngue on my dangling sack. The sensation thrilled me, sending a thrilled shiver up my spine. As I became used to the sensation I found myself being pushed forward, even as I was motioned further downward. Then I felt your tongue darting between my cheeks, probing at the hole between. I thought that I should have been put off by this action, but I. After a year he had become a Detective Sergeant. Although he had passed his Inspector’s exams, he found that his progression to Inspector had been stymied because priority for promotions was being given to new recruits who, as university graduates, had been taken on under the Accelerated Promotion Programme, and were being promoted over his head.He’d been able to wangle an offer of redundancy which virtually protected his pension and he had quit to launch his agency just after his 40th. I didn’t know what exactly I was feeling at first but I could feel it grow in my hand. As it got bigger, it also got warmer and powerful almost. Like it was trying to break free of its chains and spring out of his pants. I tried to close my hand around him so I could feel how big it was, a lot bigger than I thought a cock would be. As it grew, I started to rub him up and downAlmost like I would pet a dog or a cat, it just felt like the right thing to do. I could smell his cologne as he came in. . naughty, naughty! As it was the off-season, the place was dead. There was only one other person at the pool, a handsome Italian man in his forties, who was doing lengths. I slipped off my clothes, till I was just in my bikini, which barely covered my large breasts, and dived into the water. I began swimming up and down. Each time I passed the Italian man, our eyes would meet, lingering... eventually we both stopped, treading water. He spoke first. "How long are you staying here? " My bus.