She wanted to cum now, more than she had ever desired anything in her life. She began to drift, focusing on the sensations, until she felt his palm against her chin, gently raising her bowed head. Her eyes never met mine, and they never left the swell of my breasts or the curve of my belly while she prepared me for the bath. He let her hand go and she slid off the pale table. Pinning her hair up on her head, with a silent promise that she wouldn't get it wet this time. The bubbles surged into the widened gap, nibbling like soft mouths, tugging gently at my nether lips, and urging my clitoris into full erection. She wore no brassiere. The thought had always seemed abhorrent to me. Within seconds, a torrent of love juice flowed over my chin and down onto the bedspread. The chlorine in the pool was really strong.