Every time she came my cock twitched and ached, almost squirting the pre-cum that I could feel dripping off my balls. The feedback loop was functionin.... Okay, I know it seems like I mention the mysterious 'feedback' every time. But it really is quite rare. I mentioned earlier that I would only be relating the more memorable experiences and it is present in just about all of those. I was getting fucked three or more times everyday and while sex will never be mundane to experience it can be. And them too when I’m gone.”“Tell me what you have in mind.”“I’d use a winch with a rope that pulls you up and lets you down. I’d want a crank that turns a gear and swings the boom out over the water and back. I’d build a table under the water for your seat to rest on so you could swing your legs in the water.”“I think I know what you’re talking about. I’ve seen men using a larger apparatus of the type to load and unload ocean ships at the ports and on the riverboats over at St. Louis and. .. Mmmmm, the hot water felt great as it sprayed me all over... this shower-spa was worth every extra penny we paid for it, that was for sure. There was even a little seat that I could sit down on and relax as the throbbing pulses of the wall mounted shower jets massaged my body. I washed my hair first, and rinsed it out thoroughly before I started soaping up my body with the peach scented shower gel, using a well worn loofa. As stereo played a sexy, jazzy saxophone solo, I spread the soap. I run my tongue from her vaginal opening up to her clit. I lick back downward again and stick my tongue into her virginal pussy up to where I find resistance. Instantaneously she froze as her vaginal muscles clamp onto my tongue. I wiggle my tongue out and look at her. Her eyes are closed and she appears to be sleeping. Stammering, Emily sighs, "Oh wow, I have never done that before. It was like a spear was driven from down there through my body and out my head." She looks me in the eye and.