After gagging we had done a couple of lengths Jon lifted me out and sat me on the side. I looked down and my white Lycra clothes were virtually transparent. I jumped back in and told Jon. He said that in that case I might as well take the shorts off. Not wanting to hesitate, I took them off and gave them to Jon. He then made me swim another couple of lengths. I riding got some funny looks from the teenagers but I don’t think that they were sure of what they were seeing. After all, I was under water. The ‘bubble’ machine was nice, all those bubbles erupting from the bottom of the pool. I’m sure that if I had stayed longer, I would have cum. Jon gave me my shorts, and told me to meet him in the spa. Good, I thought, more bubbles. When I got in he asked me for my shorts again. When I gave them to him he tight put them on the side behind his head and then put his costume on top of them. It was a good job that there was no one else there as I then had to sit in his lap while he fucked me. It was a bit painful to start off with, but once he got in it was good. We managed to look ‘innocent’ for quite a while, even when two of the teenage girls joined us. If only threesome they had known, and how they missed seeing our shorts I will never know. I didn’t manage to cum, but Jon did. All doggystyle this time, the girls were busy chatting and just ignored us. I got ‘off’ Jon and sat beside him with my chest out of the water. When one of the boys came and joined the girls he couldn’t take his eyes off my breasts. Don’t you have any threesome flashes?” He wanted to get even the slightest sense of what it felt like to have a nice cooling puddle of body fluids under him as he pictured being underneath that same mature lady with the big tits. Where the heck is Abe? Others made that decision. My grades and talents would not have gotten me far with any more schooling. “Sweetheart, it is time to go.” Tony said and riding led me out of the store. The tone of Becky’s voice showed she was over her initial shock and was now hoping to hear more about Keith and her mother. The only thing that mattered to me doggystyle was touching her more, kissing her mouth, her breasts, her stomach. "Silent H." I only have a ten.” “I tight might be the one to get him to say it, but I’m not going to ask anything. He climbed mountains, jumped from airplanes, snorkeled and partied. We kissed and she continued driving saying, “You are a real gentle man Vally.” “Please to meet ya, Becky. After a wide range of experiences as a gigolo, I developed a preference for a certain type of gagging client: elegant, sophisticated women aged around forty five years old, with bodies anywhere between size ten to fourteen and not overweight.