" You can't be her, Sarah's whole family turned out for the burial, and ifyou were part of the family I would have remembered seeing you there, butthe... only Sarah I remember was the one that I laid out in her coffin forher grieving parents to see and kiss goodbye one last time." So if I'm not Sarah Hackett, then who am I?"*Am I really...was I a male? The faint surgical scars on my body that Ican't remember how I got, the fact that I forgot all my early memories,feeling uncomfortable when my. Nope. But my cock was stirring. This was going to keep me in the water for a while.As soon as she jumped in, she swam to the pool steps. I watched her every move. Seeing her bikini clad ass for the first time, brought my cock to full mass, almost aching. It wasn't as young and tight as I imagined it would be, but full and round. This was giving me some self pleasure material for later. She turned and said she needed to feed the baby and that dinner would be ready in about an hour. The baby?Just. ’ I immediately realized as did Gina that being a stellar student, probably never trying anything risky in his entire life, he probably thought he had just been part of what is so often covered in the media, a f***ed sexual incident. We immediately began telling him it was okay, and that it simply happened. Gina kind of blew my mind when she began saying, ‘You’re not in trouble. You are twenty-one and I am thirty-seven, we are consenting adults who just had intercourse, just relax. You came in. The guy had left. After a few minutes I lied back and figured I'd jack off. The heat was getting me in the mood, and I'd broken up with my girlfriend a couple of weeks before and hadn't had sex since, so was feeling pretty horny. Realizing I was alone, I removed my towel to let my cock breathe a little, and went to town on my cock, using the sweat from the steam to massage my balls while I stroked my cock (I love having my balls felt, kind of my fetish).Suddenly I felt someone sit beside me..