After while you eyes accustom to the conditions and you can see shades. There is a large body of water and big roots are coming out the rocks. It is a...cave of some sort. You walk to the water and suddenly see glims of light on the other side. The problem is, there is no passage. You have to swim there. You stand there for a while and weigh your options. You can stay here inside this cave and cry about the absurdity of your situation, or you can grow a pair and start swimming.You spend an hour. "Move now, just a bit", you instruct.. I push forward, barely at all, but it’s heavenly, a few millimetres of movement and it begins to feel natural, and good, so fucking good.. "That’s good" you sigh, and I'm able to relax more, so I move a little further, still gentle, still slowly, but working a slow rhythm now, getting a pace going for me to enjoy, and I cant deny it, far too good to not enjoy, worth waiting for. I'm in enough now to get a proper thrust going, and you begin to move against. "Penny for them?" Maryanne asked, interrupting his thoughts. He looked up guiltily and cleared his throat as if he had been caught out doing something he shouldn't have been. He discreetly checked his watch and noted that she was ten minutes early. She pulled out her chair to sit opposite him as he came to his feet automatically. Years of breeding made him nothing, if not well-mannered. She had changed into an evening dress of a violet blue that matched her eyes. It was short enough to. Mother just smiled and said inside family house this not matters because we work hard and not want be sweaty and only family members here so nothing to worry about. But when going local market only need wear dupatta to cover openness of blouse and hide boobs. What she was saying was right, but I replied, mother in house what about brother seeing you and me boobs because of loose blouses. She replied, Anny he is brother to you and son to me let it be if he sees, it is traditional dress and I not.