Natural spring." Sorry mate," Benchley chatted to the sign. "When a man's gotta go, he's gotta go."He gave a satisfied grunt as his dick released a so...id stream of piss into the pool.Natural spring. Did that mean this pool was one of those places they bottled all that shite spring water? Well this one was getting a bit of extra flavouring, a little bit of l'eau de Benchley. The thought of all those poncey city types drinking his piss out of a bottle amused Benchley greatly. Served them right. After this symphonic session of heavy petting, I muttered a ridiculous question. ‘Are you wet?’ Chuckles of ‘come and see!’ made me fix my palm on the pristine lawn between her thighs. There are rare, blessed times when you are able to see and feel below the surface. This was one of those times. Covering her entire hole with my hand for several dozens of seconds, I could actually experience the blood flowing like a torrent. Seeing that I was enjoying the idle pace, she took my hand and started. "Will you eat your cum now or will I have to keep changing these until you do? I have all day, what about you?" "Yes, Mistress Angel I will eat my own cum." "That's better. Now open wide." She picked up the first container and started to spoon feed me my own cum. It took about 10 spoonfuls to empty the container, and believe me, she got every last drop. I grimaced after each bite. She put down the first container and looked at me. "Is this what you like?" "No, Mistress. I don't like my own. ” I quickly took them off; then just admired Catherine in all her naked glory, lovely tits with smallish nipples, and a great shaved pussy.She sat down beside me and just said, “If you finger me I’ll return the favour” while giggling, she took my hand and set it on her belly and started to push it down to her soaking wet pussy, I started rubbing and she started to jerk me off, we turned to each other at pretty much the same time and started kissing. I’d had a few hand-jobs before but this one.