I sweated the Arrival.My partner made an entrance. Her dress matched my tie ... exactly. Her hair was up and fine ... My brain said... Where is Grace?...The vision that tripped lightly down the stairs wore Cornflower Blue ... Cornflower Blue that hugged curves. Curves that started at tiny slipper clad feet and ended at an impossibly long and aristocratic neck. The route taken crossed the Alps on the way up ... twice ... and severe valleys in strategic places in between. The mountains cast deep. Jeremy got up remaining inside my wife as he lay her on the floor, pulling her pants off her legs. She was now nude with Jeremy's cock buried balls deep inside her. She held his ass cheeks and grunted for him to fuck her deep. Jeremy gave her a hard pounding that echoed around the room with the sound of their flesh meeting. My wife was leaving fingernail scratches on Jeremy's back and ass cheeks as she came hard. Then, Jeremy blew his humongous load as deep inside my wife as he could drive. I. Involuntarily, he sucked in his breath at the unbelievable sight before him. He had fucked many drugged and hypnotized young women, but never anything like this. Never anything so pure, innocent and proud. The thought of helpless, uncontrollable mewling grunts of pleasure escaping those untouchable lips goaded his organ into rock-hardness. He could feel the blood throbbing painfully into its large, expanded head. Tiny drops of thick white seminal fluid had already begun to seep from the. “My name is Coach Jamison; I am the swim team coach for the school, now there are other instructors here from the “Y” to teach the others I don’t. Now for those who don’t know how to swim move over to the far left, those who can swim a width or a length stay here, those who feel they are competent at swimming, able to do lengths of several strokes, go to the lanes roped off from the rest of the pool.”We all moved to where he designated, I was surprised at the number who went to the two less.