The girl continued to amaze me. She took another sponge of water, sank down deeply and lost control of her bladder. I could tell she knew that she was... losing control of her body, that it was no longer her own, and that she was beginning to no longer care. She was drifting in a sea of pain and humiliation and had entered a subspace so deep that she was losing contact with anything. I imagined she had probably forgotten who she was, her name, why she was here, and was simply enduring the agony. After two trips to the sink, I went back to clean off his cock. As I looked at it and him, I knew he was perfection. I had never touched another man’s cock before and I wasn’t sure how to suck one either. But that’s all I could think of. His cock was still hard but not rock hard. I put his cock in my mouth and his taste was amazing. Goosebumps popped up all over my body. I slowly sucked him and caressed his cock in my mouth. I found I couldn’t take all of it without gagging so I did the. I met her lips with the same openness and her pointy little tongue darted right in. I remembered that was how girls kissed back in 8th and 9th grade and let her go a while before endeavoring to slow her down. I taught her about tongue lapping, I taught her about lip biting. She stepped away slightly and then couldn’t meet my gaze. I held my pint out towards her and she sipped it, smiled and then put it aside. I had both hands free now and they went back to her waist, up enough under her. When you come up, you exclaim, ‘Holy fuck, that water’s cold!’ ‘But it feels good, doesn’t it?’ I call out.. You wade over to where I am and look down at me, watching my breasts gently bobbing around with the current, my lovely nipples look like hard berries in the moonlight, taunting you, daring you to venture a nibble. You reach out and touch them with your fingertips, gently flicking them. My pussy feels a rather intriguing combination of cold and hot, with the river and the river of my lust.