I don't swim competitively. If I did, I would probably just be possessed by striving, fixated on the goal, and I wouldn't indulge my goalless wallowin... in my body-consciousness. And the few times I've swum in the nude, at the lake, wow! The water rushing directly against my skin, against my nipples. But that's not an option at the gym. So on that day, I had just come from the pool into the women's locker room, and there was the tall slim woman with the wire-rim glasses and the short natural. In that instant the little girl came again. Her screams of fear and ecstasy was only a squeal. Christopher leaned in close to Lucy, taking a deep breath as the smell of her pussy filled the air."Oh, little Lucy how pretty you look. No don't stop now little girl. Keep enjoying your first dog licking. In a moment you'll be getting more than his tongue in your whore cunt.' Christopher kissed her cheek. 'Such a good little girl." Lucy was terrified. Who was this man and what was he going to do to. Pressing against her , my slid under her t shirt on to her breasts her nipples were hard standing proud I rubbed them in my fingers then placed her hands on them " play with them" I told her she did flicking at each nipple my hands moved down undid her jeans sliding them and her small panties to her knees I began to lick kiss my way from her neck down her back too the small hollow above-her bum bending her forward over the bed I slid off her jeans and she stepped out of themI kissed licked her. He had his idea of the way the world worked and after I pointed out his mistaken beliefs he wanted to argue me out of it, as if it would make one fucking bit of difference. His horses would damn near starve this winter if he didn't provide for them, and even if he could argue me into saying they wouldn't they would still starve. His labor saving ideas wouldn't work and I knew they wouldn't"You can believe anything you want to believe Routata. I'm not demanding you do anything and you probably.