Nothing is heard, there are no splashing sounds. Pee runs from the reverse triangle's bottom point. It looks as if her pussy sucks my pee in and spits...it out downwards. Pee hits the crotch of her panties and runs further down to the stony ground, which becomes wet with pee. Eventually, my bladder is empty. I put my dick into my pants, close the flies and smile regretfully at her -- there's no pee left! She is not finished, however. She places one leg in front of the other, puts one hand against. For several more minutes his chant-like song builds in intensity and volume and just as it reaches its climax, so does he. The final tortured note is repeated as he holds his spurting cock, waving it around, splashing his cum in all directions. I feel Talia squeeze my hand in response to seeing the thick streams of semen squirting from the man’s cock. “That was beautiful,” Talia whispers sincerely. I’m thinking it certainly was erotic. And I try imagining what it would feel like to be in that. After his thorough oral cleanup, Mitch just dropped his pants and underpants to his ankles and took my place in the same position. Licking her really excited him. He was hard as a rock. He wasn't as tall or as heavy as me, and he held Kate for balance under her sweater. She loved it, and she loved how he leaned in to kiss her neck from behind.For the next portion of the show, Kate got up and finally removed her sweater. We followed suit with our shirts. Mitch set on the sofa, and she rode him. Darker and and darker, the water constrictingmore and more tightly as I kick my way down. I'm breathing. Should Ibe breathing underwater? It doesn't matter.I'm pushed a bit here and there by the currents, but otherwise it's justa featureless descent. A controlled descent. I'm in control. I canswim down as far as I want, and should I choose to rise I can do that aswell.I pause a moment, twist my body to look back up at the surface. Back upat the source of light. I pause there. It calms.