“Well,” the old counselor said, “according to the records I pulled on you, you’ve been getting eight to nine hours of sleep each night, which should be sufficient. Especially where our hot bodies had been pressed tight. XXNX Then in a flash, he was gone, back under the surface. And I started for the shore, dragging the struggling boy behind me. My cock was so hard it hurt, angry-red with thick blue veins strung over it. I tilted his head down, making sure that he saw my throbbing cock, as well as my hand under his. I tried my best to keep my breath steady and my blood from boiling-over. This time I found his lips clamped tight. And I heard his breath become strained, almost whining.




















