Like Mimi, he aged well.If you had known the four of us in high school, the only thing we had in common was that we were all classified as "gifted" bu...t you never would have thought that we were good friends. Leah was athletic and into sports. Geoff was part of the "artsy" crowd that spent the early 90s listening to Bauhaus and being disgusted at the materialism of our classmates (while driving the new Saturn his parents bought him and listening to his Walkman CD player).I was in the nerd crowd. Yuck.That was the reaction of a classical pianist to the situation; her training in the IDF / Mossad hadn’t covered this kind of situation. She wasn’t a forensic scientist, all she knew about DNA identification came from CSI and NCIS, where they performed TV-miracles. In the real world, urine would disappear into the swamp water very quickly, but she didn’t know that.As daylight broke over the swamp, a light blue, Chevrolet Monte Carlo pulled into the lot, backed into a parking space that had a. He asked if I liked it, which I replied that I did. Then, he stood up and pulled his pants off, and took out his cock. It was already pretty stiff, but I reached out and started stroking it. It was an odd feeling since it was only the second time I felt another penis in my hand, but I liked it. I liked the way he reacted to me touching it. I liked the feeling of it getting harder in my hand, and the way I could tell how much he wanted me while I pleasured his stiff cock. He moaned enjoying my. " Popular with the staff, eh?" Bloody ponce." Really?" Acts like one. Walks like one. Just no business here." Thanks. Not my type, either."He was pacing in the lobby, wringing his damp hands, when we got there."Now, why don't you take me to those bugs?" I asked."Certainly. It's not far. Right by the beach. Near the treeline." The boss was really nervous. There wasn't a tree in sight; but there was some brush. "Over there, you can see those worms."I walked over and forced myself not to laugh..