“Let’s play pool,” he suggested, handing over a cue. Kevin, on the other hand, masturbated with carefree abandon, precum leaking from the eye and down the greasy purple knob. Her opponent was a good player yet clearly of limited intellect. “Ooooooooh,” she growled, before screaming, her body jerking crazily. By the looks on their faces she doubted they needed much persuasion. His face beamed as an idea took shape. The water felt cold around her body, attesting to the half hour she’d dozed, and she shivered markedly. The guys grinned but made no attempt to follow, contained by their manly inhibitions. Panting, she let it slide away and down her torso, twisting around just in time to conceal the mammarial bounty from their eager teen eyes. The dream was still replaying heavily on her poor mind as she grabbed her handbag. His fingers extended to ease the legs apart. Chloe tried to fight back but weight of numbers conspired against her.
