Perhaps my father could know; perhaps the one who taught me, Rock-Wallaby. There is nothing here for us. Let us look at the other cave.”They exited ...and Sam waved to Tom. They walked to him.“Can you put us on the path to the third cave?”“Potoroo told me to do so.” Tom led them a bit downhill to a point where a faint track led up at a slightly northerly angle. Five more minutes and Sam could see another dark overhang. The sun was more than halfway to its rest, so the shadow was large.“Let me go. .. Maybe this medium of yours could contact my darling Andrew for a time. It's not been a year, and we were married for twenty years." There! Yes, dab at the corner of your eye, she'll fall for that! The old woman was always one to fall for tears. "Oh, Lydia!" The older woman whipped out a handkerchief of her own, and dabbed at her own face. "I'll tell you what, two o'clock tomorrow, clear your appointments. I'll give him your card, and have him come over for an appointment." * * * The bell. Naked except for your tank and mask, you dive. The cold water feels strange on your cock, but it does nothing to diminish your erection. The thought of the beautiful, helpless teen struggling and drowning below has given you an indestructible hard-on. Only Lisa's tightness can quench it. You reach the bottom of the tank. Her eyes lock with yours. You can see in her eyes that this girl is beyond terror. She feels so many darkly magnificent things: the unendurable certainty of her own. The combination of her lack of undies and the display of garters and nylons would make me so hard that there could only be one way to return me to a normal state of relaxation.My other close bonking buddy is a married woman with the unusual name of Hortense.I like to call her Ho just to see her look of annoyance at my lack of respect for her need to be placed on a pedestal of feminine mystique. She is so prim and proper that I draw great pleasure at humiliating her with little tricks that make.