The being came over, perhaps to comfort me. It touched my hand at first. Its touch was hot and electric, profoundly sexual, even though it was just to...ching my hand. I was still gasping and thrashing out bubbles. Water was spilling uncomfortably into my lungs. I hardly cared about the pain, though, all of the sudden. I was immediately diverted and aroused by the touch on my hand.The being then covered my face with its hot, electric surface. The feeling was intensely sexual, like all the kisses. It didn’t work.She was making small talk as she cleaned my front and back. I wasn’t paying attention to a word she said, I was too busy staring at her tits. They looked amazing in the tight green tank top. I was too enthralled by them that I didn’t notice that she put her hand in the water and reach for my hard cock. There was nothing unusual about this. Normally she’d take a soapy washcloth and lightly scrub it. This time it was different, there was no washcloth; just her hand. She clutched. I reached up and grabbed her breasts, caressing them and lightly pinching her nipples. She grabbed my wrists as she began to slowly move her pussy up and down on my now rock hard cock. She held my hands there on her tits, clearly enjoying what I was doing. Her pussy wasn't as tight as Laura's but still a hell of alot tighter than my wife's. Surprising since they'd both had kids.She looked over at a tablet that I hadn't even noticed was sitting on the nightstand beside us and said, "Shit,. That’s what I do.” “Oh my God!” she thought. “This guy really is a Bodine.” Aloud she said, “Seems kinda public, don’t you think?” “Gimme your tent. I’ll throw it over the tractor wheels and seat, and you can pee under there, he replied. He grabbed the tent by one corner and started to drag it over toward the tractor. “Maybe he’s not such a Bodine after all,” she thought. What she said was, “Thanks. That will have to do, I guess. Turn your back, if you don’t mind. There are some things a.