And so comfortable in her skin that I could hardly imagine how uninhibited she must be in bed. Then I remembered that, technically, I'd already found ...ut. But I couldn't have said what it was like. I had only the dimmest memory of that night. Still, I forced myself not to get too distracted. Refused to stare at her beautiful, glistening lips. Tried not to notice her prominent clitoris was already peaking out from under its hood. "How did you set all this up?" I asked. She laughed, crossing one. I couldn't give her this -- not even half of it! Even if we were to leave this place and go off on our own, this incident would hang between us, including the compulsion she would have to repeat it -- and something else, something I couldn't bear to examine. I sucked Coop's monster meat for comfort, not wanting to face what THAT meant...The Anaconda went off first; it's owner backing off howling gutturally so that only the plum-colored head of it was in Donna's mouth. "He's shootin' You swallow. He laughed, and said to give it to him. I tossed it across, and hedid the same, holding the bra cups against his shirt and throwinghis chest out in an exaggerated way. It was funny, and we didn'tthink too much about it. He asked me where I'd found it, and I showedhim. We dug through it, coming up with armfuls of her old clothes,stuff she probably couldn't or didn't wear anymore, but which shehadn't had time to give or throw away. By then it was getting late,and I headed home.The next day, I. As his hand pressed against the cotton barrier she discovered (probably just as he did) the fabric was completely soaked through. Wet cloth pressed against her mound, shifting it left then right. Her body shook as she screamed in constant pleasure. She made one last effort at his pants, forcing both jeans and underwear roughly over his organ, before she lost the last of her muscle control. She heard nothing but the rush of blood through her veins and her own screams. Her eyes were screwed shut.