. asking other girls. Add in the predictably huge number which would say, "No way!", and it was a slam-dunk guarantee that by the end of today, everyo...e in the school, of both genders, would know that the swim teams were a bunch of perverted little skinny-dippers. Her social life was officially over. "Thanks, Mom," she muttered bitterly.The swim team met sans instructors at the door to the women's change room about a half-hour before the opening bell."Well, Becky, it wasn't too bad last night,". For the next couple of weeks I was in heaven. At night, when a storm would come so would my mom. She would come into my room and lay face down on the bed waiting for me. And in the morning the bed next to me would be empty and the day would go on as if the night before had never happened. But, unfortunatly, all good things have too come to an end, including storm season. As the storms came less and less often the same thing happened with our sex.One night after a six or seven week period. However that was not the case mentally as the vibrations began work their magic on her cunt and clit. Just as she thought any second her climax would break, Master Ray flicked the switch and the vibrations disappeared completely. She inwardly groaned at being deprived of her impending climax.Despite the vibrations having stopped, Andrea's cunt continued to produce lots of its juices and this was not helped by Ray's fingers pinching her hard nipples. For almost five minutes she was deprived of. After a moment, he swiveled his hips slowly, moving his cock in a slow screwing motion. Though the weight of his body was pinning me to the bed, I was able to move my hips with his, my pussy gripping his cock. We moved in a slow circular, swiveling motion, his cock rubbing against my g-spot, the head of his cock pressed against my cervix, the base of his cock, rubbing my clit as he gyrated in a slow steady motion. He then reached under me and grasped my ass and I did the same, squeezing his.