Starting with the pulse setting, hard punches of water assault my clit in a slow, steady rhythm until every cell in my body throbs to the same beat. I... can’t help myself, I begin to beg again. “I can’t…I can’t. Please… I can’t do this. It’s too…too much.” Switching to a constant hard stream aimed directly on the exposed head of the swollen mass of nerves, Patrick leans down and whispers in my ear, “come.” My orgasm hits me hard and fast. I hear a voice screaming and moaning, barely registering. Woh mera bada khada lund dekh kar ghabra gyi. Aur ghabrahat m uss se blanket nhi nikal rha tha pair se. Toh maine uske pair ko pakad kar. Blanket se nikala aur uski ankhon m dekha toh usne v badi masumiyat se mere ankhon m dekha.Maine use apni aur khicha aur usko apne seene se laga liya woh thoda dar gyi thi par ab thoda shant ho gyi thi. Maine uski ankhon m dekha aur usko kiss karne laga. Woh thoda chaunki phir woh v mera saath dene lagi. Woh v bohot garam ho chuki thi. Maine dhere se uski top. Hey, Weena! Where's that coffee?" She got it out of the back, and I took a cup. It was still dreadful; but wet. I offered some to Weena. She took a few sips and said she'd wait another hour or so. I offered some to Charlie, warning him. He shrugged, took the cup, drank some, drank the rest."Boy, that is awful." Yep." I took one glove from Weena and loosened the cap. It hissed but didn't erupt, so I loosened it and took it off. I topped it off, closed the jerry, closed the valve, and relatched. She’d deprecated herself, saying it could have been a whole better. I’d disagreed.I’d insisted on cleaning up after the meal, partly to reinforce the message to Mel that, unlike her own father, I intended to take a full share of all the household chores, but mostly because that’s the way Dad had brought us up – to express our appreciation of everything Mom did for us by doing what we could to help out. Words of praise and thanks are cheap and easy – actions speak for themselves.Speaking of.