Her approach to being outside, naked and sharing, being with us that way, being with the dogs, freely and openly, really seemed to be a focus, a need,...something that she was relishing. It hit me as Cody was mounted on me, just entering my pussy with his familiar but wonderful cock that we were so terribly lucky and we tended to take it for granted because it was so natural and acceptable for us. Even someone like Nikki could lose part of the experience she loved so much. Most women only know. Her thick, long tuft of brown pubic hair was untrimmed, and formed a perfect triangle between her plump thighs. Her pink nipples were about the size of a half-dollar. Then she turned around and looked out at the creek, showing us the dimples in her ample butt cheeks. Suddenly, she took a few steps and dive into the water. She came back to the surface and stood up, turning around to face us.“Well? Come on in, you two. It feels fantastic!” My wife stood waist-deep in the creek, water dripping. Come and have a look at the other rooms.” Cleo’s room was less massively furnished than mine, but still had a substantial looking bed. “There are four others like this. I suppose they were used by the fruits of what went on in the main bedroom.” We had a look at a couple of other much smaller bedrooms. “Servants rooms,” Cleo announced. Inspection of a mighty bathroom followed, and like the bed in my room the old cast iron bath looked as if it had been custom made to accommodate four or more. It was painful! The cuffs weren't nice, soft, padded leather bondage toys, but cold, hard steel that bruised our wrists.I learned -- WE learned, and learned fast! We had the radio on, and by the end, as we wiped down the counters and stove top, we were bumping hips in time with the music as a way to choreograph our moves.She didn't even relent and unlock us when certain biological processes ran their inevitable course. We again had to take turns on the toilet, doing "number two" as we used to.