The thought had always seemed abhorrent to me. Gisele's hands supported my head between her thighs, possessively urging even closer communion between my face and her furrow. Just enough to cause her to gasp as it's widest rim violated her opening, before it slipped snuggly into her sex. I'm a girl, she said. Four of them. With one last glance at the door, she went into the sterile white bathroom and pulled her nearly dry bikini down from the shower rod. In spite of my predicament, my eyes wandered to her bosom. Buried in the coarse hair of her pubis my nose nudged the turgid stem of her clitoris causing her to mewl like a kitten. He saw her glide across the water her head kept carefully above. She began to drift, focusing on the sensations, until she felt his palm against her chin, gently raising her bowed head.