<strong>Brad-poolside - on his back- defenceless. <br/>Tag Sam and any friends. <br/></strong><br/>“Hey- you’ll have us tipped out onto the ground” he yelped reaching for her shoulders. “I surrender to the lady’s demands – just please don’t tickle or I’ll cry for my mummy”<br/><br/>Laughing – grabbing – pretending to struggle, Brad was caught off balance and off guard and felt himself being rolled over by the lithe, wriggling, sexy bundle a good foot shorter than he. But with energy to match.<br/><br/>He had been basking in his smug ability of giving a lady full measure and pleasure. Now ready to ride between her entwining thighs and slide his cock home he had reached out to stroke her hair when she attacked. She had launched herself like a tigress, maybe kissing instead of hissing– but attack it was, and whatever she had in mind- he was going to give his all- for Brad could not be impolite and decline the offering of pleasure this delicious player was demanding.<br/><br/>“I give in – I am yours - I am a humble visitor to your country- I ask for sanctuary- please be gentle to a tender man” His eyes were twinkling as now lying on his back he held up his hands in mock surrender.<br/>