He pressed his fingers against her harder, the other hand massaging a breast in his hand. ‘Oh no beautiful, I just thought I’d join you, you know ...o save water.’ He smiled. Brad leaned her back against his chest, the water beating down on them. They kissed deeply, and Brad soaped them up even more. He ran his cock between Kerri’s thighs, running it along her wet slit. She moaned as he bent her over slightly and raised one leg up on the side of the tub. He gripped one hip and lined up his cock. " I believe were my exact words. He held it in my eyes for longer this time. It felt like an hour, even though I'm not even sure if it was a minute. It had the same results as last time; my head was throbbing, eyes felt like they were burning, and if it's anything like last night I'll be throwing up later.I was mad at him for making me do that, I told him so. Again, he apologized but didn't sound like he was serious. I took a nap to try to get rid of my aching head after that. He offered to rub. ” Intrigued, I questioned her further. “What’s wrong with boys?” “Fucking idiots most of them, and they haven’t got a clue what they’re doing.” “What do you mean?” “They all want to get into your pants and when they do get there they haven’t got a fuckin’ clue what they’re doing. They fumble about for a few seconds and just expect you to be ready to go, and then they jump on, poke about for a few. While he was dressing to go I went and took twelve cold beers from the fridge and put the into his cooler. I was in the kitchen doing this, bent over working at my task , wearing nothing but my thong when he walked in. He smiled and I glanced at him smiling back before finishing loading the cooler. I stood up as he came over to pick it up. He kissed me and said I cant believe the sexiest woman I have ever known was in my kitchen, looking hot as hell, and loading beer in my cooler for football..