Afternoon in the Pool-4

Then it dawned on me, he was fingering her and Bobbie was obviously enjoying it. Her head was leaning back against the side of the pool and her eyes were closed and she was hanging tightly on to his neck, the movement of the lower part of her body was making little waves in the pool as she appeared to be thrusting her hips back and forth against his hand.

John and I watched as Brett lifted his hand out from between them, reach around his neck, take Bobbie’s hand and pull it down between them. Her arm was still for a moment but then started to move under the water, and, whatever she was doing was certainly pleasing Brett, even with such a distance between us, both John and I could hear Brett let out a long, ecstatic groan.

It became obvious that she had her hand on Brett’s cock under the water. My hand tightened its grip on John’s around my waist and he pulled my body harder against his and moved onto his side so that the front of his body was pressing against my outer thigh. There it was again, the firm shaft of his cock, hard against my thigh. I could feel it sort of jerk and convulse against my thigh as we watched the other two, as if it had a mind of its own. The antics of Brett and Bobbie was obviously exciting John as much as they were me.