<strong><span class="bbc_u">Pool</span></strong><br/><br/>Taken by surprise, Robert starts to say something as his shorts are yanked down...but has that intital impulse to protest short-circuited by Devlin's swinging back, her legs locking around his waist and his own ass as his cock, hard and almost throbbing from the teasing that had been going on, in his mind at least, ever since he arrived at the kitchen, rubs against her lower lips, and he shivers.<br/><br/>Instinctively, his hands slide up Devlin's sides, reaching her breats, and squeeze them gently as he goes to push that skimpy bikini top up and off, his own shorts now floating forgotten away.<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">"More like Venus, I think,"</span>he mutters as he squirms in the grip of her legs, rubbing his hardness against her, fingers playing across her nipples, the accident completely forgotten in arousal, desire and lust, the exceitement of being in the pool, in public as it were, exciting him more.