“You going to pace me?” he asked when I hit the first marker.“Sure.”I put my head down and headed back to shore. I noticed there were a couple...of canoes pacing the swimmers when I turned around and headed back for my final leg.“That’s three,” Rick said from his canoe.“Want me to tread here?”“You think you can tread and swim back?”“Sure. Ten years on the swim team. No problem.”I quickly had a small group treading water with me as others continued their swim while Rick did little circles around. Interestingthought Tricia, a slight change of dynamics perhaps but let thatthought drop as she allowed herself to just enjoy the sensations ofKatie suckling. I could really get used to waking up this way shethought, pleasurable feelings flooding through her. Some of which weresatisfied by Katie but others which would require her own attention ina more private setting perhaps. Her hand wandered slowly down her owntummy, just to check the source of that strange feeling of course whenthat moment. ”She chuckled at the exasperated look on her friend’s face. “And cast yourself in the role of glamorous overthrown angel, made to submit to his every bestial desire. Yum.”“That’s the other odd thing.” Gabrielle frowned. “Traditionally angels are seen as either male or androgynous. It’s only in Nativity plays that they’re feminized. If you read Paradise Lost, you’ll…”“Never going to happen,” Pandora assured her. “Look, Gabby, stop being an English teacher. Get your head out of your books. When. I watched as Francis’ butt cheeks tightened as he started pumping his nuts into my sweet wife's bowels. He finally pulled out and headed to the bathroom. I looked at Anita's poor butt hole: it was slightly gapped open so I leaned down and kissed her right on her sore ruined little hole. She jumped. I helped her stand on her wobbly legs and helped her to the bathroom. As she walked in, Francis was about to come out. But Anita took his arm and asked him to get a shower together. I helped my sexy.