"Oh fuck," I hear Ethan groan, his fingers still pressing on the reason for my existence in this very moment. I feel the intensity subside, then anoth...er tingling deep down. When I gasp a jagged breath of air, it happens all over again. I can feel my cunt gushing liquid as I come apart at the seams. I'm pretty sure I'm saying words too. "Oooh fuck shit, oh my god, unnnhhh! Damn It! Ethan Ethan Ethan Please! Oh Fuck!" I think it was something like that. I can feel my stream slow again, and then. Most of the weeks she was alone cause her husband’s work involved a lot of traveling. So it was me and her alone in a study room for most of the time. We started talking about our personal stuff and we became more comfortable with each other.One day when she was teaching me and all I was thinking about were laying down with her, I was clearly staring at her boobs as she had worn her saree loosely. Thinking about the things I wanted to do to her was making my cock pretty hard, which was forming. I lay back with my hands behind my head and watched as she waded through the gentle waves and then plunged into the water. I was suprised at just how far she swam, until she seemed just a dot in the distance. Eventually, however, she returned to the shallow water, and, the serious part of her swim over, she splashed and wallowed and rolled in the water with the aimless but joyful manner of a child. My reward came when she finally rose from the water and, reaccustoming herself to terrestrial. John made way for him. We walked back out onto the empty street and in front was a surprisingly cute guy with a baseball bat. "What do you want kid?" John asked, cracking his knuckles."I want to do this," He said calmly but there was a fire of rage in his eyes. Suddenly he lunged forward and whacked John full in the stomach with the bat and John collapsed. Since Frankie was still holding me against his body he was virtually undefended. The guy hit Frankie behind the knees and Frankie let go of.