" "Yes mom," I stammered. My face was red with embarrassment. "Get some rest, honey." She closed the door behind her. I lay there, confusion filling m...y mind. My dick was like steel, still bulging due to my dream. Not able to masturbate for fear of waking my stepmom, again. I was resigned to lay there, perplexed and horny. The morning finally came. I smelled breakfast, bacon and eggs. Hurriedly, I threw on a t-shirt and went downstairs. "Hi, honey," mom said."Did you sleep well?" Was it all a. With the help of the overhead street lights that the state had in the boat launch, I studied the water and the shore on both sides. I threw several stones. No gators. I said one of us had to stay on shore and keep a eye out while the other two swam. I told them to go first, I'd keep a eye. Georgeann dove in, Tom waded in till he was up to just below his neck. Georgeann swam over to him, wrapped her legs around him and began kissing him. Then she broke the kiss, pushed off him, swam, did a loop. I looked up and saw that the only people left were myself and the History teacher.Mr. Smith was my teachers name. I had thought from the beginning of the school year that he was the best looking teacher in the school. He wasn't particularly tall, but was built solid. He had the look of someone who worked out to stay in shape. He was probably in his early 40's. With dark brown hair and honey brown eyes that you could just get lost in.I think that was one of the major problems I had with this. She’s also a great friend of Stephanie.”[Annamarie: we’re not saying what I practice, are we?]Gary fatigued easily, both in endurance and strength. Within his suite, he sometimes could get by with a pair of arm canes with quad pole bottoms, but sometimes needing a walker. He did use a motorized wheelchair outside.He did have an absolutely wicked sense of humor. On my first visit, he met me at the parking lot, driving his wheelchair. He showed up in apparently knightly armor, a lance upright on.