Then he yelled, ‘Cannonball!’ and jumped into the water. I took a deep breath to steel myself, and followed. The water never gets warm this far no...th. By the middle of summer, the pool may not be as painful, but it is still cold. It’s a nice respite from the warm muggy summers. Early in the season, it’s downright cold. That’s probably why the adults didn’t start using the pool until July. We didn’t care. We were kids and it was a pool. It was our pool. I hit the water and the shock of the cold. Actually, I was saved from doing anything of the sort by the arrival of an ancient Landrover, which pulled up directly beside me - what was this, I thought? Have I suddenly developed a magnetic personality? - after which a large and very muddy Labrador leapt out the back door and immediately shoved its nose into my crotch. Worse, it spilled my beer. Which tragedy distracted me somewhat from the emergence of its owner, a woman in standard issue outdoor gear - green gore-tex and a fleece hat -. Soon, all that was left was me and assorted squashes (the Jersey Royals having been used as some form of Ben Wa balls). It was obvious that the butternut squash was going last along with a substantial pat of butter that had been saved for the occasion, so the zucchini courgettes were sent in as pathfinders and cunt spreaders to bash their way remorselessly against the cervix wall. Which just leaves me. Sitting on the shelf. Alone in the cold and dark. Disregarded, unrequired and unloved. What,. Jason nibbled my clit before climbing on top of me. He kissed me and fingered me. He removed his finger and continued to make out with me. I felt he hard cock slide in me and I moaned in her ear. I pulled his face closer to mine as we kissed. He pulled off my shirt and rammed his dick in and out of me. ‘Do you like that, baby? Do you like my big cock in your tight little hole?’ he asked out of breath. ‘Oh yea! Fuck me!’ I cried out as he rammed in and out of me. He rubbed my clit with his.