Because Robyn is still whispering in her ear, stroking her mind with words the same way she strokes Susannah’s body with those expert fingers. It’... too hard to think when Robyn touches her like this. ‘You’re such a good girl, Susannah. You love to be a good girl for me, love to let me bring out all the pleasure you can stand. It’s okay to want that. You don’t ever need to resist that passion for me. You can just live in that desire, knowing that I will always tell you when it is safe to give. A glance at my watch reveals her husband's hand slowly dragging the hem of her skirt up her leg. He pulls the hem just high enough for me to observe the crotch of her tights, which seem too far forward, stretched between her legs mid-thigh. That's when I notice the outline of her rolled tights beneath her skirt; a line like thin chord around the middle of her thigh. It occurs to me that she entered the place with her tights rolled down.I think that blushing is not a manly trait, but it's. I got closer to the pool’s edge and offered her a beer. She giggled and accepted.Little Shawna slowly emerged from the water walking up the steps. The water running down her delicate body off her hair down her flat chest to her belly. I could not take my eyes off of her. The girl sat down and crossed her legs. I offered her a towel; but she said she was fine. As I handed her a beer, I could notice little Shawna’s eyes looking right at my crotch. She bit her lips…I sat back down and we started. And after we both catch up on our oxygen, I'll release enough so he can start sliding out a little, then back in, then all the way out and slamming back in, as I tell him about the next load I took, and in what hole, and how I immediately felt so fulfilled being given all those love juices. Sort of a feeling inside me that now I was a real woman, fulfilling the purpose of every lifeform on the planet; to procreate, to cherish the thick love juices filled with five hundred million little.