We talked quietly but with a strong undercurrent of sexual excitement about the things we did yesterday. Kelly raised one topic I suppose has been in ...he back of both our minds since last night. Our new friends never even hinted at the possibility, but what if they’re interested in swapping?Kelly quietly asked, “The next time something happens between us, do you think they’ll want to ... change partners?”Nothing has been said between us. No commitment has been made. But it has come to be. It should be the same in the Down Ocean. I just need to locate these forces and follow to their origin’.An hour, two, three ... getting to the bottom of the ocean proved to be an arduous task as Zax attempted to be most inconspicuous; a fear he nearly forgotten gradually creeped up on him at every sighting of a Spirit.There were not many, five or six in total, but the manner in which they transpired and the sense of inferiority that was no different to when an ant and a boot meet placed insane. “Oh fuck,” she said. I then laid her down on her back, climbed on top of her and started to kiss down her chest. I could feel her stomach tighten as the cold water in my hair dripped onto her. Down to her thighs I moved. I kissed her inner thighs gently and licked them. I could feel the heat in her vagina growing. Then I kissed her vagina through her bikini bottoms.I pulled the material to the side and for the first time I was face to face with the love of my life’s vagina. I kissed her. Her face was still flushed red from the intensity of our fuck-- and the sweat that had formed made her hair look dark and wet as it clung to the contours of of her face, neck and shoulders. Her golden hair on the back of her hair was tousled into a wild, sex-tossed mane from where the back of her head slid and gently beat against the carpet beneath her. Her eyelids and lashes were dark and slightly smeared from the little mascera she applied; very little, her beautiful, striking eyes never.