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I've written about that on my blog which you can read (email me if you need the blog address or google Aussie Speedo Guy). What I want to tell you guys about is what happened on Thursday night. The coach for the Masters swimming program is a mid twenties guy, I'll call him Aiden here but that isn't his real name. I think that is the least I can do for him considering he is allowing me to share it with you guys. The first night I went along to the training session I didn't know anyone. I got there a little early and when checking in to the pool I asked who the coach was and Aiden was pointed out to me. I got changed quickly (all I had to do to get changed was to remove my shoes, shirt and shorts since I was wearing my speedos). It was a swim training session so I assumed speedos would be appropriate. Out to the pool were a couple of people mingling with Aiden, I walked up and introduced myself. Aiden is hot. My height and the dirty blonde hair, stereotypical Aussie guy who spends his summer on the beach or in the pool. I've since been told that Aiden was a fuck top swimmer in high school and college, I could tell he still has that swimmers physique despite him wearing clothes. I was not wearing clothes, just standing there in a speedo with my swimming goggles in hand. A little weird but nobody seemed to think anything of it. Aiden and I chatted a little, he asked me how my swimming was, if I could do all the strokes. My usual training swim is two kilometers in a little under forty minutes. Sometimes I swim further, sometimes (particularly if I'm hung over) I shorten it a little. I have tried the butterfly stroke but can not claim to be proficient at it which Aiden laughed at and said that wouldn't be necessary. He asked what I was looking to get out of the Masters Swimming program: I'm not training for anything in particular but am interested to see how my training compares to other people and I'm receptive to my swimming stroke being critiqued. A few other people introduced themselves to me before we jumped in the pool for a four hundred exotic meter warm up. My swimming pace was probably middle of the group and I held my own. Aiden did pull me aside about half way through the session and said that on the freestyle down stroke the technique these days is japanese straight down the stockings body instead of an S shape which I learnt growing up. I tried that and made my stroke a bit quicker which was great. It was that first night when I felt like I was being hit on by a couple. As I mentioned earlier, I couldn't join them for asian beers that night but it turned out my gut feeling was correct, they were hitting on me. Two weeks go by before I can make the training session again. I have beers and sex with the couple that were hitting on me. During that experience (which you can read) Aiden, the swim coach, came up in conversation. The couple had fucked him a year or so ago. The priestesses' bodies start slowly sinking into the semen as they drop back to their knees. "I don't want to go without you. “Stop. After a couple of seconds the hand moved round to my bum and then slowly between my cheeks to my pussy. “I want you?” Logic be damned, he wanted her, needed her, “AM I out of bounds?” Once the rush had subsided enough for him to continue, he pulled back slowly, stockings and thrust into her again, this time quicker. There are more words of abuse thrown but they exotic are just along the lines of “Fuck off!” My japanese Grandpa was there looking very smart in some trousers and a shirt. My, what a sexy body! He took that as an undisputable approval. My mother swallowing every last drop of my man juice. It was fuck pure coincidence that my parents chose the exact two weeks to go on a second asian honeymoon that my husband, Mark was to be gone to a medical convention in New York. She’s already cum once and the moisture was plain to see on Tiffany’s lips and chin as she pulled herself from between Rachael’s legs. “You keep saying that word, ‘stop,’” I smiled as my hand found the strap of her slip, and pulled gently downward, “I don’t think you know what it means.”