I felt I was aroused. How long had I slept? 10 Hours? I felt movement on the bed. Then I smelled that other smell. The smell of sex. It permeated the ...ir. My eyes still shut I thought I must be dreaming. Still felt the effects of the booze. Giggling of two girls. Then I started to remember last night. Emma. Sweet waifish Emma, that dirty slut. And my sweet but apparently not so innocent stepdaughter Kelly. My head was facing the side of the bed on the wall with the night stand and there was my. That was a line I couldn’t cross, no matter how desperately at this point I wanted to participate in this experience, discretion being paramount.To my complete surprise, the woman agreed to proceed to the next step anyway – an in-person interview. We met for coffee outdoors at a very out-of-the-way spot. She was wearing sunglasses and a scarf, but from what I could discern was an attractive early forty-something suburban mom. Even more intense probing into my experience, expectations,. Maybe crossed with our high school friend Jackson. His head was shaved clean and he stood to welcome me. He looked me up and down and sighed."Is this for real?" he asked."Not sure I understand the question, sir." Sergeant Klaeffer at Parris Island assured me that I was going to meet a true master of the martial arts. I was not expecting..." A shrimp, Captain? A kid? A snot-nosed little punk?" I supplied. He grinned at me. It was a feral sort of expression that said more to me than the words he. I had never felt so much electricity in my body in my life.My left hand continued caressing her right tit as my right hand begin to slide down her hip, into the water, leaving my mouth to continue nursing on her left nipple.Her moans only encouraged me, and my right hand moved across her left hip to her smooth, clean-shaven pussy lips.Even underwater her pussy juice was abundant and my index and middle fingers slid easily into the folds of her warm treasure.Her moan turned into a throaty groan.