Afternoon in the Pool-3

My biggest surprise though was once, when I was holding the ball in front of me, about to throw it to Bobbie, Brett came up behind me and grabbed me around the waist to stop me throwing it and I felt the length of his cock pressing against the cheeks of my butt, he held on to me for a while, even though I had let go of the ball and thrust his hips hard against me. It was definitely hard. This was all very confusing. Did they both want to fuck me?

As the game progressed though, I thought I was beginning to put two and two together, because Brett and Bobbie were spending a lot of time horsing around, even when they didn’t have the ball.

Eventually we grew tired of the game. I wanted to stay in the pool with John, but at the same time I couldn’t wait to be alone with Bobbie to tell her what had happened. But she and Brett had drifted off to the far end of the pool leaving John and I on our own.

We both seemed to feel a bit awkward for a couple of minutes; it was like he didn’t want to talk to me. I felt crestfallen and swam to the side of the pool and sat on the steps, the water up to my neck and my head resting on the step. After a few minutes John swam over to me.