" With that, he knelt by the bed, ripped off my panties, put my legs on his shoulders and buried his face in my crotch.Although I was very frightened,...I had to admit that it didn't feel bad at all as his tongue caressed and probed. I was dismayed when I felt the familiar heat begin to rise. I knew that my sexuality was betraying me and he would taste the juice from my pussy in just a few moments. It must have been what he was looking for, because he stood up, turned me over, put me on my hands. She hears a movement in the water and he rises above the waves to capture her lips in a kiss. They begin to swim slowly to the shore together, stopping along the way to kiss, touch, taste and feel. The water is a powerful stimulant, they reach shallow water and she wraps her legs around his waist and slowly guides his hardness into her slick wet passage. The sheer delight of the moment overcomes her and she throws back her head and laughs a deep throaty laugh. They move in the water. There was a conflict inside me. Fear and nervous anxiety, perhaps even anger filled me, but without direction or even a cause that I could understand.I felt more confused than I'd ever been in my life and for just a moment I think my humanity returned, full force, and I rose to my feet, taking two steps towards the door and determined to bang my fist against it, to demand explanations and answers...But that was fleeting and I dropped to my hands and knees, my resolve failing, and crept back to. “You’re a real prick, Stuart,” John uttered as he wiped his face in admonishment.“Yeah, a prick you’ve always begged for,” Stuart retorted with a snarl.Much as I commiserated with John, I was fascinated and had a huge boner. I had always thought that Stuart was fuckin’ hot, and his performance, crude as it was, had excited me incredibly.In an attempt to defuse the tension that one could cut with a knife, I meekly asked if everyone was having dessert.“Sure,” Stuart boomed, before adding, “I.