Kristina sat up quickly, covering herself with her hands, while I rolled over to see who it was. I couldnt see clearly, my head was still in a daze. ...Well, well, well. Geez Kristina, you dirty whore. Have some decency! She said with a laugh. I recognized the voice instantly. I cant believe we forgot about Linda! I helped Kristina find her panties, but we couldnt find her bra anywhere. Just then Linda pointed out into the waves and we saw two faint white dots, most likely her bra. How the hell. As I performed my simple duties and Maurice chiseled away at the block,he kept up a running monologue only occasionally assisted into becominga dialogue by me. I welcomed his loquaciousness for it was deadlyboring work to simply maintain my position and posture. He spoke of allthings, not just art and of art not just sculpting. He spoke ofportraiture and how strongly he disliked most of it. Remaining still, Itold him of our family portrait, painted when I was 11 years old. Myfather had had. In my fifteen years I can honestly say to you that up to that day I had never though of getting or giving a blow job to a man or being turn on by a man sucking my cock, but almost immediately I began to suck him off I think it almost like a duck taking to water. I did not question it I did not resist or even to think about not sucking that beautiful cock. We both were sucking like crazy and he once or twice had to caution me to not clamp down so hard on his cock it was indeed a mouth full.. Astral had bent and pulled up her hair so I dipped water on her back and down over her ass. She stood facing the right and I soaped up her back, feeling every inch of her. I looked at Audrey and said, “Why don’t you soap up her front?” Audrey laughed. “You come in front, I’ll do her back.” So I moved and dipped water over Astral's breasts and began to soap her. She smiled and threw back her head, lifting her breasts to my hands. Audrey stroked her back and soon had gotten down to her sweet.