They approached mid-morning, only minutes after the dawn mist had burned away. They strolled slowly down the quiet stream, sticking mostly to the center, shallow so far this season, but the bottom mud I knew to be thick as ever.

They stopped, no doubt having spotted me. Nothing to fear, come forward, I urged them, using no words, just what I hoped was a kind, reverent look. But instead of taking another step, they stayed. The man knelt, his knees certainly now pressing the bottom, the head of his large penis dipping to break the stream’s surface. He was a small step behind her, and he took hold of the woman’s frayed shorts and began tugging them down. She lifted her tank top enough to expose one beautiful breast, the nipple pink and puffy.