Fuck it was fun. We laughed a hell of a lot … at our bodies, with our bodies, never nervous or reserved, never serious enough to be “passionate” or “intense” … discovering the vagaries of our beautiful vulgarity … There was the poor stage management of “Left … Right … down a bit … Yes just right there … No back up a bit again … ” followed by a muffled … “too wet and slippery” … and the unhelpful but pleasingly pleading … “Just do what you were doing before” And then later … She still on knees and one elbow, wiping sweat and stray hair from her face as she turned to look at me with a happy spent smile and I slowly moving back out … then a loud wet fart from her vagina and we collapsed laughing, hugging …