Too heavy... too rough... too cold. Can't do it. Going under, water everywhere, can't breath.Get to the boat. Almost there. Just a little farther....rms, legs, cramping. Lungs heaving, choking. Let go... he's dead... you can't help him.Never give up... never stop... invincible... free...You'll die... let go... you tried... it's over...Hand slipping. Wake up... help me... I need you...Too heavy... too cold... need air... I'm sorry...Fingers slide free... he's gone... into the black.Get to. “Hmm probably like I was doing something I shouldn't,” replied the girl on the floor.Moving a step or two closer, I asked gently “Anything good on your phone?”Jen held out the phone, and I could see she was reading a story. A quick glance showed it was eroticism, and quite captivating.“It looks like a good story,” I said. “I guess you are on a break and choosing to spend the time improving your knowledge”“Oh yes you could look at it like that.” she replied appearing more relaxed, “You said you. "You're already nice and juicy and hardly need this," he laughed as he played about with my wife's cunt. "OK baby," David said with a grin as he took the crucifix and easily slipped the round cock-head into my wife's sloppy cunt. "You're going to love being dirty and filthy and sinful - a slut and a harlot for The Devil." He slowly slid the shaft of the crucifix into Margie's juicy cunt as he told her this. Margie was propped up on her elbows in order to watch this sacrileigious outrage of her. It was more than I’d ever eaten before, the dryness really getting to me. Three weeks of cum, gone, like that I thought to myself.“Good boy!” She exclaimed as I swallowed the remnants of my ruined orgasm. Slowly then, she began to undress, leaving her top on. She repositioned me to lie across the sofa and sat on my face. “Eat my ass, slave,” she said... her voice muffled through her thighs. She left me just enough space for me to breathe through my nose and to eat her out with my mouth; she.