Her reply was, "What need for that - we already have one!" I told her I would leave the room while she changed into her bathing suit (though I'd have ...referred she not put it on). Surprise! She said, "Not needed - how about you?" I asked if she was sure, and she responded by unbuttoning her top. So much for asking questions. I responded in kind, turning to run water into the whirlpool.While the water ran, we divested ourselves of our garment. Even though I'm a fairly worldly guy, I still did. I loved playing with them , but I couldn't suck them myself, I can now, actually , If you're interested.And very probably you are.Fireworks wasn't the word.My pussy, which had only just come off standby under my own caresses, was lit up like New Years Eve in Times Square orwherever it is. She hadn't even touched me there, yet. Her soft sticky lips surrounded the erect nipple, just caressing, no suction as yet. I was quivering under her touch. Her hand slipped down my belly, I flinched, a. With a small tap on my head I moved to his cockhead right after it gave its twelfth and final spurt, lapping away at the remaining yummy dribbles. I gently pinched and brought his foreskin back up over the head, it gives me a 'kiss' of its own which made me giggle and him roll his eyes. "You're such a fuckin dork, ya know that?" I just grinned at him and kissed his 'lips' again as he pets my head. I got up and wiped my mouth clean as my tummy grumbled, he smirked and smacked my ass as we sat. Her own recent loss made the question especially pertinent. ‘As horribly as Flying Squirrel’s. As senselessly and brutally as Tarsier’s. As cruel as any other death that day. I had no idea what to do during the chaos of the slaughter. Nor did I know what the other villagers were doing. Some fled. Some tried to help Flying Squirrel as he lay in the blood-soaked undergrowth. Others, like me, stood petrified in fear. I simply couldn’t comprehend what had happened. I knew I was doomed when more.