For years now, when Tarkus was not attending tribunals or speaking to village councils, he had been with Aisha. When he was with Aisha,<em>all</em>of his attentions had been poured into her, having her, being pleased by her and giving such in return. Beyond being distracted by his work, which didn't last long when she was around, he thought of little else. She had a way of tugging at his attention even when hardly trying or even speaking.<br/><br/>Now that she had intentionally trying to steal his attention with willful and possessive moves, looks, and touches, he didn't stand a chance. He'd meant to respond to Layla's questioning him of his satisfaction of her body. He would have responded that he was<em>quite</em>pleased with it, though some marks concerned him. That had been before Aisha redoubled her efforts, though, and after that he had all but forgotten that he had not responded to Layla, and she had slipped away.<br/><br/>He was so caught in Aisha's spell, that the true nature of what had transpired did not rush through his consciousness until Layla returned silently, behind him, and gripped his cock and fondled his jewels. The sensation surprised him, and with an equal rush, he realized his poor attention to her, and also a relief and joy that she had willingly joined them.<br/><br/>Tarkus' attentions faltered only slightly, though it would likely signal to Aisha that something had happened. Tarkus wrapped his free hand around his back, to rub from her lower back down her firm ass. He squeezed her ass firmly, gently pulling her closer against him, thought he angle and her near weightlessness in the pool directed her more to his side.<br/><br/>The feeling of her large breasts against his skin in the water made his cock throb powerfully in her teasing hand, much less her attentions to his manhood and balls.<br/><br/>He whispered, "Welcome." to Laya, before returning his tongue to Aisha's nub, intensifying his speed and firmness against her clit with his tongue.