I was a bit hungover from my binge drinking the night before and needed to pull myself together. I ask Christina if it was alright to use her shower, ...o which she simply mentioned "Go for it." I was looking for her linen closet for some fresh towels where she proceeded to get up from underneath her bed sheets completely in the need. Although Christina herself was slightly hungover herself, there was no avoiding her sculpted nude figure with flowing blonde hair and shaved vagina walking around. "Come on chicken shit!" Marcella goaded her. Finally, Belinda stepped off of the edge and plunged into the cold water.She immediately burst up through the surface and gasped. "Fuck my ass, this is cold!" Marcella and I shared a deep hard laugh."Just wait for it Belin." Marcella smiled.Belinda's body eventually adjusted to the temperature and soon the three of us were swimming in circles and laughing again. Marcella finally said "I remember this pool being a lot warmer." We all knew she was. I loved the way you pulled back when my lips touched your nipple. You thought I was going to bite it. Then I sucked it gently. After a while, I moved and straddled your waist. I kissed you before sitting up. My hard cock was laying on your stomach, pointing up between your tits.I took hold of both your nipples and you suddenly stopped moving. I just waited a minute looking into your eyes. Your face went expressionless, and your eyes locked on mine. You knew.I waited before applying pressure.. " She gave him a little smile, but he could sense something else. He put his hand gently, comfortingly on her shoulder, and her brave front quivered, then crumbled. He hugged her to his chest as she began to weep, thoughts of her parents flooding her mind, as well as another thought. The guys in suits had come through the windows. If she had been a millisecond slower, the barretta, its muzzle lengthened by the silencer, would have put a hole in her forehead too. Victor let her cry herself out.