I had seen Gary get pissed off at people not obeying the pool rules and I wouldn’t want to argue with him. He was a big guy, six foot easy, huge bar...el chest, beard and overall just a big guy. I had seen him swimming laps wearing a red lifeguard speedo which I thought was cool but didn’t think much more about.There I was, cock still in my hand and, Gary standing there with his hands on his hips.“Turn the shower off and stand right where you are. Don’t you dare move a muscle Dave.”As I turned. I walked in and we immediately started pulling our clothes off. You kept feeling between my legs and moaning about how wet I was. Eventually you stopped teasing me and pushed me up against a desk and started eating me out, I kept moaning loudly and pulling at your hair, trying to push your tongue deeper and you kept pushing my hands away and giving me that look that you occasionally give me to tell me to stop it and be patient. Then you kept putting your hand over my mouth trying to keep me. He marked that she had discarded her soaked woolen kirtle without bothering to change the damp one beneath. He moved the bench closer to the fire to keep her warm, pulled Lilac down next to him on the bench and handed her mulled wine, which she silently accepted and quaffed down at once. He did not loosen his hold on her hand. She did not pull away, but leaned upon his shoulder and stared into the flames. ‘Lilac…’ he could not continue for the lump in his throat. ‘My father hates me, for I. ..”“But what?”“But far be it from me to dispute the opinion of a wiser and more experienced practitioner.”Todd laughed and swigged more beer. “Maybe I’ll try a big girl next time the opportunity presents itself.”“You need to find someone and settle down,” Loren remarked.“Not my style.” He emptied his bottle.“Another?” Loren asked.“I can get it.” He headed into the house and returned with another bottle. “Is that a diamond Abby’s wearing?”“It is.”“You son-of-a-bitch. When did you pop the.