<sup><strong><span class="bbc_u">Pool</span></strong></sup><br/><br/><em>'No it was my fault,  I am lucky I have you to teach me Robert."</em>Devlin responds back.  The breath that brushes against her ear.   Further heightens the heat that is welling up within her.  The sudden growing arousal.    As she shivers and rubs brushing against the bulge now felt.<br/><br/>Her gaze drops down,  as it is brought to her attention.   That she has a wardrobe malfunction.  As she now sees and realizes she has lost her bottoms.  Through her response is not one of alarm or agreement.<br/><br/><em>"No, I think you do Robert."</em>She respond coyly in response to this.   Filled with a sultry invitation.   Or so it would seem to you.