Afraid his erection wouldn’t last, she wasted no time notching it into her entrance. It was never fatal, usually completely asymptomatic, and present in everyone. He wasn’t even comparing them to each other. Why did he want to escape, again? And probably imagining things anyway, he told himself as he forced himself to step back from the window. “Can we… have you?”
The swimmers had slowed as they approached and now stood very close to him, not quite touching, their smell washing over him as they froze, waiting for Jim’s reply. The two swimmers as they ground their hips on their inflatable rafts. Then suddenly his room door opened. She was saying, “knock me up,” over and over again. Her eyes were intense, sparkling with intelligence and purpose, seeming to pierce his soul, watching his inner struggle. The third was already climbing onto him, gently stroking and then firmly squeezing his cock.
