She was feeling really good. A few more minutes and she would cum. She closed her eyes and had committed to her task when she felt his hand grab her a...rm. She opened her eyes and noticed he had leaned forward. He kissed her and told her no, not yet. He raised her hand to his face and licked her fingers. She told him no, she wanted to pleasure him. He told her she could but had to cum first. He lifted her to her feet and pulled her close. She straddled him and he held her as he slipped into her. We hung out at the pool a few times and Alex was up to swimming two kilometers (about half what he needs for his triathlon). It was nice just hanging out with a guy in speedos and we were both comfortable. I mentioned on my blog that I was hanging out with a straight friend at the pool, I was very discrete though and didn’t give anything away that would indentify Alex.One night I was at the pub with some of the boys and Alex was out as well. He joined our group, his girlfriend was there and. I learned the pleasure of masturbation through my brother. Let me explain. My brother and I always shared the same bedroom. We slept in the same bed until I was I think 7-8, then we had separate beds in the same room (bunk beds) I slept on top, he on the bottom. Our bedroom was separated from our parent's room by French doors. Many nights (I mean many nights) Bill and I would be awaken by the moans and wails of mom. And after sex, or between bouts, they would really talk and it was always about. It’s just an emotion that is not part of my collection of personality traits.” She studied him for a moment and then caressed his face. “I hope you don’t regret what we did tonight.” He was silent, which made her uneasy. What Rachel didn’t know was that Gabriel was not capable of feeling regret. His life motto was: “No Regrets.” “I don’t,” he finally answered. She caressed his left pectoral and wondered how she had never noticed the five inch scar that was right in the center of his chest.