She wanted to, wanted to watch him shoot his juice, helpless to resist her touch. She stopped and smiled.
“Perhaps I’ll save you up for later. I’ve never swum naked.”
“You stopped just in time my little Ishtar, but don’t think I’ll let you off scot-free.”
“A good girl always pays her debts.”
They stepped out through the electric sliding glass panels. The air was morning chilled but powerful heaters blasted warmth all around them. She slipped into the pool. The water was heavenly, probably at 85 degrees. How she loved the feeling of freedom on her s*x and breasts. She never wanted to swim again wrapped up against such delight. It was good to exercise her body, let the fluidity of the water take away the tension of her muscles. She swam lengths while Randolph practiced his dives from a s
