Taking some deep breathbefore diving into the water.Hengki just passed the door to the building of the ancients when henoticed the next mistake. His l...ungs burned. This was not the body he wasused to. The one he and trained to endure long dives down the lakes.Panic filled him and he pushed towards the surface.He didn't come far when the burning got worse. He wanted to breathe. Hisbody needed to. Desperate he looked up and frowned in confusion. He sawhis boat and many others. There might be every. “Shhh Andrew, no talking and no slipping hands under my bottoms.”“Wha-wha.”“Yes Andrew, I will not slip my hand under your speedos. Oh, one more thing, no kissing or touching each other’s chests.”Poor Andrew is in no condition to argue as my hands are rubbing the head of his cock and tracing the outline of his long rigid shaft. With my legs slightly spread, I feel Andrew push the fabric of my bikini bottom with his finger. The fabric slips between the pink folds of my very wet pussy and his. She was by far the brightest in this class. But I couldn't let her answer every question. “James?” I asked, “Susan, Greg?”I looked at Bobby, but his head was down. He was gifted, but a real underachiever. Great running back on our football team, polite and a ton of potential, but he only coasted along, doing just enough. I surrendered and pointed to Samantha. “The answer is eighteen, Mrs. Williams.”“Thank you, Sam.”The bell rang, announcing the end of the third period. The shuffle and squeak . My bedside telephone rings and a one eyed look at the clock let me know it is eleven thirty. I had been asleep, happily dreaming, probably. I pick it up to hear a momentary pause and then the burr of an unconnected phone. I growl at the interruption of my sleep and snuggle down under the duvet to try and return to whatever I had been dreaming of.A few minutes later, I hear a soft knock on my door. My eyes open and I wait to see if it was imagination. The knock comes again, a little more.