It all feels like an intimate wedding reception: there’s nothing to suggest we’re at a school for budding whores. The sort of place you can tell y...our mother about with a smile on your face. The room is already fairly full. I recognise Miss Honeywell and Miss Jackson, chatting together, champagne glasses in hand. Several of my fellow students are here, each with a date at her side. I notice right away that not all of them have been as lucky as me. Though all the men are groomed and dressed to. Her pants still hung on her ankles and I walked back to the car. Instead of walking around the car I walked up to the passenger side and opened her door and crouched. Now I had a good view of her shaven pussy and touched it with my right hand while scanned the area. I thought I was going crazy and after some rubbing I stopped my middle finger in her warm cave. I came up and I was so horny that I would’ve liked to put my cock in her mouth but didn’t ... With the proven method with my finger in. Wait! What’s that noise?Snoring, coming from behind me, from the same bed. It was not my wife. I reached back with my hand and found a firm behind. More importantly, it wasn’t hairy.I rolled onto my back and looked to my right. Long blonde hair, really nice figure and she looked to be a lot younger than me.I’m forty-two, in pretty good shape now and very happy. Well, not right now, right now I was completely freaked out about where I was, who I was in bed with and where my wife was. I work in. It was Valerie's dad! He wasn'tkicking his feet, but seemed to have impellers built into his swim fins. Inhis hand was a goofy looking plastic ray gun, which I hoped wasn't just atoy.I expected to see a beam lancing out of it, blasting a hole in this beast,but when he pulled the trigger there was just a faint spitting sound, and adart---no bigger than the kind you toss at a dartboard---came streakingtoward the shark.I thought: 'Well that little thing isn't gonna do much damage...'Then I saw the.