Amora would set a hand to the wall, leaning against.  Even now, her legs still trembled, her vaginal walls still quivered, in after shock shudders of bliss.<br/><br/>Taking a moment to access what is before her.  Follow the water,  or across the path also continued and would be dry.<br/><br/>She would step under the gushing water from the pipe.  Lifting her face into the spray as she let the water wash over her.  Her decision made, she would follow the path with water.  She had no clue as to which way is right. Yet she felt compelled to choose the path with water.<br/><br/>After a moment of so in letting the spray of water cascading down. Splash over her and wash away the dirt of travel.  She would turn and resume on the path she has chosen.