At that I jumped out of the van and headed into my office. On the way home we had the usual group small talk with Barbara asking way too many ques...tions about me, like why I was single, what are my interests, what kind of women I date, and what I liked to eat. I answered as honest as I could without saying too much. Debbi smiled, texted, made a couple calls, texted, and said very little. We were all sitting in the same position as the morning with Natalie driving, Barbara riding shotgun. Over the Golden Gate we go, and not even the thick fog can dim the awe-inspiring beauty of the city as seen through the spans of the bridge. North we drive, through Marin County, cutting over to the coast, what gorgeous country we pass, the cliffs overlooking the ocean as the waves crash into shore. Dark and gloomy yes, but still dramatic enough to make us think we’ve been placed inside some painting come-to-life. We’re not speaking much, content just to ride hand-in-hand, absorbing the. She had a little bit of acne, but I didn't mind. I didn't talk to Alice that much, but when I did, I could tell that she was extremely nice, almost to a fault. In fact, she was so nice, that despite not being the most attractive girl at the school, I still had a bit of a crush on her. Elana and Alexis walked out just before Ms. Bowler asked me in a very soothing voice, "Are you ready for your first swim practice, John?" "I hope so!" I boasted, trying to mask my nerves. "Don't worry," Alice. ..The build-up of this beautiful tension...the climb to the peak of the mountain...It’s the only thing I want at this moment. Then I dive down into the abyss. The goal to reach the orgasm finish line is replaced with a sudden but familiar feeling that I’m THERE. It’s the giving and contracting of my clit muscles that sends out signals of satisfied bliss through my puss, and even my ass, as the orgasm erupts. The ripples of this sensation flow within my riverbanks. I squeeze my legs together.