Thirty. Finally, after an hour of truly contemplating what you were about to do, you cracked open the cover to the first dusty page.The parchment was ...strange, and something you had never seen or felt before. It had a certain rugged smoothness that was difficult to describe, and you couldn’t deny after opening the book at last that you could smell a distinct fusion of mold and the warm, coppery scent of blood. There were very distinct and patterned runes in the very center of the page in a red. Mom’s hips rose to meet mine, waiting for me.I was about to fuck my stepmother. It was like something out of a twisted Stephen King mini-series. Any reservations Mom had were long gone. She looked up at me intensely, thrusting her hips up at the same time. “Hurry Teddy,” she gasped, tugging me towards her.I pulled up, lifting my ass high into the air, and then plunged my cock deep inside with a single stroke. Mom let out a long, contended moan and our eyes explored each other’s while my. As she got closer her dress was being caught by the summer breeze, she was making no attempt to hold it down and was now close enough for me to see what I thought was a glimpse of her pussy! Surely I was mistaken? She must be wearing panties, wasn’t she? My cock jumped in my trousers.Now just 10 feet away it was clear to see she was definitely not wearing panties! I didn’t want to stare but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her pussy area, the short skirt and breeze affording me plenty of brief. But no grease on the face or arms. Grease on the face makes it impossible to keep the eyegoggles sealed, and on the arms gives you a loss of the arm's biting power in the water. Greased arms allow slippage and loss of power."Now," he finished, "you already have learned more than ninety percent of your newspaper readers will know about swimmers and swimming for records. Anything the reporters ask beyond that you can turn over to me as technical consultant." What if they claim the swim is rigged.