She stopped in the middle of the pool. Between her thighs the hair was matted, wet from her secretions and my own saliva. And an overwhelmed sob burst from her lips followed by a moan of lust more like that of an animal than anything she ever thought she could produce. Her breasts hung invitingly near my face as she knelt above me and I sucked each one into my mouth, laving the nipples with my tongue until she moaned her appreciation. She moaned, bathed in the sensation and then she felt the rope giving way, falling loose and carefully peeled, now soggy with her lust, from around her chit and out from between her labia. Ask politely. Later that evening, she had second thoughts and told her mother what had happened. One night, she said, bowing her head. And when, a few moments later, the hand pressed on the other thigh and parted her still more, and she felt the other rope being tied around her leg, she realized that she was being genly splayed. But when her hand descended onto my belly I drew my breath in sharply and I felt my buttocks clench.