He gasped at the sting to his flesh from the surface of the pond as well as the coolness of the water, and then was quickly turned right side up, as he felt arms around him and bare breasts pressing into his side. Clara kissed his cheek and spoke to him gently.<br/><br/>The next thing he knew he was underwater, again, and felt a tug on his johnson, which was released soon after, but it stiffened in response, anyway.<br/><br/>He surfaced and heard Clara's voice again, before she kissed him once more, reached down to his waist, and finally found his rigid prick.<br/><br/><em>Are you feeling better, Dukey?</em><br/><br/>He nodded, and sputtered and coughed the last of the water from his lungs. "Yes..." he panted,"I'm feeling...much better, now. Whaddya say we do that properly?" Dukey winked at her, as he treaded water, and finally found the solid ground of the pond under his feet. The cool liquid removed the blood from before, and the sweat he worked up in the barn, but failed at making his rod limp. He took a breath, plunged his head under the surface and sucked on each of Clara's nipples in turn.