She just nodded her head, coughing and spitting up more water. Paul and I helped her sit up, then Paul said, “I think I see your board man. I’ll t...y to get it.”Paul ran off as the Bookworm coughed up more water. “I’m… sorry.”I put my arms around her. I realized that she must have seen me wipeout and thought I was in trouble, so she risked her own life to save mine. “I’m sorry I yelled at you.”I felt her begin to cry. “I… thought… you… had… drowned.”“Ironic,” I said, “since you almost did.”Paul. I couldn't believe how much I loved the feeling. Gwen encouragedme, telling me to take it like a good boy. I felt so dirty, and so hot.She fucked me for about 15 minutes before I gripped the sheets and shot myload into the bed.After that, Gwen asked me if I was bi. I knew that if I said yes that shewouldn't mind, in fact she would love it. And if I felt any signs that Iwas, I would have admitted it to her. But I didn't. I was not attractedto men. Sure, I could tell if a guy was hot, be. As he shoved slowly his fingers deep inside of my cunt, I felt I was getting wetter by the second and very aroused. Then his finger brushed my clit by accident and I moaned loud. Jonas claimed his turn and his touch was even better than his mate’s. "Would you two like to feel me better… I mean, sliding your cocks on the inside…? I asked.I teased them, as I sat on the edge of the desk, spreading my legs. They dropped of their trousers in less than five seconds. This time Jonas would be first,. “I think now, at this point in time, Frank, everybody is asking where the next tank of gas will come from. What they want to know is, what’s it going to cost and will they go broke paying for it.” She thought she answered well, purposely playing to his sensibilities.Frank managed a little smile at her and from inside, she smiled back. She had answered correctly.He turned back to watch the funeral. “Ms. Bannerjee, do you have any children?”“Me? Children? No. I was married for a short time, but.