I moved between your legs, looking down at your cunt. "But if a little lube is good, a little bit more lube is better, right?" Yes, Sir!"I passed the ...lug lightly up and down your cunt slit between the lips several times .... slowly .... exerting a little more pressure on your cunt with each pass ... until finally easing the plug into your wet vagina. I twisted and turned the plug as I slowly pistoned it in and out of you, and after very few strokes the plug's surface glistened with cunt. My Daddy is going to be sure I am in an almost constant state of arousal. Just what I would love.Next to the den, there is a sliding door, leading to a glassed-in area, which has a pool in it. You carry me out to it, explaining that it is enclosed so we can enjoy it all year round. The pool is not all that big or deep, just enough for us to have fun in. At one end, it flows into a whirlpool for us to enjoy too. There is a door off this to the patio and backyard. The yard, now totally. Being from India, her bush was more than generous. I'm glad she does not shave - or even trim. There's something right about the Indian bush being full. Even though there was much springy hair, there was also a slick track down the middle, glistening in the light of the sconce. I was not about to miss the opportunity to indulge, so began stroking up & down - then in and out - with her amazing woman slit.Her clit is very responsive. Since I am very focused on bringing a woman pleasure, I dallied. I started thinking back andbegan piecing together bizarre snapshots of recollections.Cheryl asked me if I knew where I was, I nodded. She asked me if I feltalright and I shrugged. She asked me if I knew what was happening and Isaid, "No, no, no, what the hell ? ".My voice would not clear up. Cheryl asked if I recalled what happened 2nights ago. I answered, "No, not really but I could really use somewater for my throat". There was that strange voice again. She looked atme and gently shook her.