Do you want to see her? I need your signature on the visitors form.’ Bending over and signing the form Patrick couldn’t stop the big grin that spr...ad across his face. He was going to see her. Only a few more days and he was going to see her. Straightening up he stood there waiting to be dismissed by the bastard sitting at his desk. But he didn’t care about any pompous screw right now. Nothing could annoy or hurt him at the moment. Rachel wanted to see him. * In a pub not a million miles from. Another drop of pre-cum oozes out of the cock slit and I spread another bead of lube balm over the pulsing, purple, head.Long strokes and fast; then slowing to a medium (fucking) speed then slow, pulling back the foreskin exposing the gland, watching the next pre-cum droplet seep from the cum slit. I love the feel of the foreskin alternatively retracting and exposing the head and then covering it. Cock head nerve senses now tingling.Breathing getting erratic. Heavy. Then shallow. Senses. . how about I get in then, I’ll take off my trunks, all right?”“OK, come on in,” she said with a lot of enthusiasm.We have an above ground spa right next to the pool. We often go in there and just enjoy the bubbles sometimes. The pool is a lap pool. Both kids enjoyed it growing up.I can only guess if her mother got a pool wherever they live. Due to both of us having great jobs, neither of us sent the other one any money—Talk about your no-fault divorce?I dove into the pool coming up next to. ‘That’s so wrong.’ ‘Paige, is there a reason why you are so crazy jealous all the time?’ ‘Did Lauren tell you something?’ ‘No.’ There was definitely something lying under the surface here. Albeit, not very far under the surface. ‘I just love you so much. I’d die if you left me. Or if you cheated.’ ‘I can’t imagine loving anyone but you. I don’t know what your last boyfriend did to you. Just know, I won’t hurt you.’ ‘Lauren told you something. What did she say?’ ‘Just that she was happy that you.