My left hand got to her panties and I started to gently rub her pussy through the fabric with my middle finger. I could feel she was getting wetter. I... could feel her clit and I focused my attention on that. She cried in sheer ecstasy when I so much as brushed against her clit. I sat up and moved my fingers up the sides of her panties then I slowly started to peel them off. She moved her legs up so I could get them off more easily. I threw them to the floor and turned my attention back to her.. We both proceed towards it on our fours again. Now we were inside the pond with full body but face was outside of it so that we can see and talk with each other. I started pressing her beautiful melons by one hand which were fully erected by now whereas another hand was used inside the water which fingering Proms pussy.The white discharge from her pussy had come on the surface and was touching our faces. The water between us had become whitish and was clearly visible that something had happened. ’ ‘I agree.’ ‘You seem quite traditional, pet.’ ‘My tradition is about my being used…to nothing.’ ‘I’m interested in what something you would like. Come sit by me.’ He patted the bed firmly. ‘And where goes the respect for me, if I do, sir?’ Yet she sat down obediently, cursing herself for letting the bar girl out with the clichéd lines and relentless, insufferable jibes passing as wit. ‘I will respect you for learning to please me,’ Andrew responded firmly, quelling her rebellion ruthlessly.. And he just doesn’t know it yet?”“Huh?”Brandee paused. “This is not really public knowledge, and I don’t share it often. But it might help you to hear how my marriage to Dennis ended.” She wiped her mouth with a napkin. “It all started with that no-dick loser not being able to get it up.”[START FLASHBACK]BRANDEE’S VOICEOVER: We were in our late 30s, and still no children.In bed, Dennis on top of Brandee; he rolls off. Both look disappointed.V.O.: He blamed it on the stress of being a police.