This is what he asked me as he traced the silky smoothness that had pooled beneath the bend of my knee and was dripping down the back of my calf. “Wet enough to make you feel like you could drown” I answered. “Wet enough to fill a bathtub so I can swim in it?” “I think so. But would you want to?” “I would. I would slather that pussy juice all over my body like lotion. Then I would lick …