“Does it hurt” I asked.“No…… I just need a second”. She repliedAfter a pause of 1 sec….“Now” she commanded.I try to push deeper now ... feel what people mean when they describe a tight pussy, it isn’t easy, it almost hurts me, she moans softly but is not stopping me. Her eyes are tightly shut and breathing is short. Slowly I get deeper, to me it feels heavenly.Halfway I stop and look at Aneesha; she is sweating I bend over and kiss her lips softly.“I am fine just need some time to relax a bit”I. ’ ‘Deal,’ I said. As she walked across the lawn I noticed that she held her head up higher and that her back was straighter than before. Maybe my little tirade worked. Maybe my brutal honesty with her could snap her out of her funk. I knew too, that I needed to snap out of one myself. There was no way that I was going to let us both wallow in misery and self pity. Enough is enough. Time to move on. Perhaps we could help each other? Hell, why not. Then self-doubt crept over me. Maybe she’s just. "Is that what you imagine, Mike?" she asked naughtily."Yes!" he panted. She turned back and sat on the bed, now facing him. "Alright, Mike, it's time for me see you. Take your shorts off," she commanded.Mike hesitated. "Go on, big boy," she chided. Mike slowly unbuttoned his shorts and pushed them down to the ground and stepped out of them. Now it was Annie's turn to gawk. While she was admiring his cock barely being contained by her intimate apparel, he was studying her face, seeing her look. You said that you were a fan of watersports.”And then it hit me. It all made sense. The sensual looks right before she would go to the bathroom, giggling when she would drink water, she was enticing me with nasty thoughts of things to come, or drip, for a better word.“I meant I was into surfing, parasailing, diving, stuff like that. REAL watersports, not that,” I explained. She didn’t say anything. I probed further.“Was that why you contacted me in the first place? Was it because you like.