Three of them wentupstairs with Rita, but the fourth one escorted Rob to the downstairsshower----I should explain here that most of the houses here ha...e a shower underthe raised house to wash off the beach sand before you go upstairs. Someare just a hose, some open showers--Rob and Rita had a shower that wasshielded by lattice work on three sides and I had sometimes seen Rita inthere, her big body pressed against the lattice, as she showered off...But now one of the guys pushed Rob roughly. Move faster, Sport, it looks like your going to be charming the cobra on your own, and you've got four hours of tv/dvd time to exorcise this intense horniness from your big brain and your little brain. That fucker, Hairy Ankle, in Chem lecture. Fine breeding material, for sure. I wondered what his DNA imperative was telling his cock to do right now. It was like my whole system went into some altered state of consciousness whenever his image came into my mind. As though his pheromones. I was going to sit in the other chair when he motioned for me to come over to him. He held out his hand and helped me on his lap. I laid back on him and he wrapped his arm around me. As we watched the movie, he rubbed my chest. After a couple minutes of him rubbing my nipple started to feel good. When the movie ended, Robert was going to put in another one, when Mr Baker asked to get a blanket. Coming back he handed it to his dad and put the movie in, and laid back down on the floor. Covering. I unbuckled my seatbelt and said in that sexy voice, Keep your eyes on the road, as I leaned over to his lap and unsnapped and unzipped his pants. Unless he wanted to pull over, he had no choice but obey and take what I was giving him. All he did is move his hips up to allow me easier access and said, Oh boy, with a chuckle. I deftly poked his little man through the flaps in his underwear and gently stroked him. I rubbed his soft foreskin against my cheek and lips and kissed him. Then, rubbing.