You advise her to take a deep breath; when she complies, you drop her into the tank. She has good, strong lungs, so you figure you have several min...tes. Calmly, you lift your oxygen tank and slip the straps over your shoulders. You take the regulator into your mouth, pull the mask over your face and begin to breathe. You appreciate breathing more than usual, knowing that for Lisa, it is now an unattainable luxury. Naked except for your tank and mask, you dive. The cold water feels. He takes the cock in his hand and kisses the head and then starts to lick and suck it. He can hardly get the head of it in his mouth but does fill his mouth with the tasty cock and starts to gag in short order. "Take your time Francis" the mature man counsels and placing two hands on the boy's head guides him to suck the big cock. The chubby college boy holds the man's hips to steady his body and when he is set reaches under and holds the man's balls toying gingerly with them. The man moves. As the drinks flowed, it became more obvious that we were interested in more than a friendly chat. Max spoke in an animated way, moving his hands around as if they helped guide the words out of him. When it was my turn to speak, he'd let his hands fall and rest wherever they landed - on my knee, my thigh, a little bit higher. I couldn't help but notice how his dark brown fringe fell over his forehead, how his green eyes sparkled, how inviting his lips looked when he smiled. "I'm sorry, Lola,". I’d said my piece last night, and seeing Jill’s reaction I knew I’d been a hundred percent right in doing what I’d done – in saying what I’d said. But now that I’d done that, I knew there was nothing more I could do. I had to give Jill the time and space she needed – which just left me there like a man dangling on a thread over some cliff edge or other. The picture in mind that of faded black and white photos of old school daredevils perched precariously on high wires high above Niagara.