Your footing upon the teetering rocks makes the going arduous, and your heart begins to race with fear for my safety. When you emerge, however, I am t...ere waiting for you, with my wet hair pulled back over one shoulder, my breasts bobbing in the buoyant, oxygen-filled water. You reach out your hand and I swim over to you through the deep pool into which I plunged, and then regain my footing where the rocks rise beneath you."Hi!" we both say together, and laugh, as you take my hand and you pull. .. did I not see it already?' After hours of spectating, Zax started to wonder. 'I did ... not see it, but perceived something that felt the same'.The combination the speck of light appeared on was of three combined fragments. Holding this small combination, Zax looked for more fragments that could fit it.'No'. He declared without looking at the individual fragment. 'No, no, no, no... ' There were many individual fragments, finding one for this three pieces combination was taxing. Moreover,. Her belt swings wide, her zip is dealt with and her jeans are lowered. A miniscule black thong goes below the rim and she squats releasing two streams from a cute, neatly flapped minge. Her urethra is spouting a full flow a seemingly urgent flow yet it’s emerging from two places in her labia – a sight often seen until the folds of her vagina give way and the streams join. When it stopps she stands further erec and does some more vigorous bounces than the previous lady, drops fall then a swift. I fell into a deep sleep that first night. When I awoke the next morning, my brother was tapping me on the shoulder, telling me I should leave.I didn't want to; I was tired and also didn't want to be alone. He agreed to let me stay, but only if it was just this one time. I agreed, but deep down couldn't imagine that thought. The next evening, I came into his room - the door was open - and asked if Icould please sleep in his bed again. He said no and he was really mean about it. I started to cry.