Paul imagined, quite vividly, that this is what it felt like to be swimming in the ocean.  While wearing a full-body wetsuit.  Protective perhaps, but no real feeling.  Charlette’s moans, however, convinced him that she didn’t seem to mind about the rubbery substance separating them.<br/><br/>While exploratory activities continued slightly below, Paul intensified his attention on her breasts.  Suckling one of her rather firm nipples, his hand fondled the other one, tweaking and twirling like it was a radio dial.  Meanwhile, his thrusts remained steady and rhythmic.