In the deepest part, treading the water to stay afloat. Exhausted, she tumbled beside me on the bed. A blast of humidity hit her in the face She rubbed her eye with the heel of her hand and walked the short pathway to the elevator. He tapped her shoulder. Thoughtlessly, her mouth opened, a simple surrender, and she felt the hot pillar of his most private flesh pass between her lips and stroke slowly against her tongue, moving into her accepting mouth, filling her there as well. I knew it was inevitable, and I thought I was prepared for it. That you are, he said. Gently she began to wash my breasts, and like magic, the nipples reared to attention and the tips tingled. They were lying on the bed, kissing and fondling each other while he looked at pictures in a photo album. The powerful jets pummeled my flesh and felt exquisite.