I was having a hard time staying above water, we were in a spot thats about six feet deep, he was around 6'5", so he could stand easily. He then spoke...the words I had been afraid of hearing."You know I'm going to get it one way or another, and if I have to force you I will. No one will believe you. We're in a pool, and the evidence will be washed away I assure you. So is it going to be the easy way, or the hard way?"I stared at him not believing. I tried pushing him away from me, all I could. He knew she was pretty drunk and not thinking about where she was and that she lost all inhibitions but couldn't believe she was so worked up that she just leaned all the way back and pushed her flair dress up over her breasts and then pushed her hands under her bra and pushed it off and started squeezing her tits as he caressed her hosed pussy. He couldn't believe what was happening it was like a dream. Here is this hot woman laying next to him wearing basically just pantyhose, letting him. My hair was definitely bedhead, I definitely didn’t have makeup on, I probably had bags the size of Texas, and my chest, which is smallish, was not pushed up to its best assets. Selfie? Probably not a good idea.“Give me five minutes.”Shit. Not what I intended to send, I thought. I worried my lip, rolled out of bed, and rushed to my bathroom, flipping the light on. Sure enough, my hair was bed crazed. Curly, and going every which way. I did my best to try and make it look alluring at least but. Why had Hailey been so relaxed in the park -- or had she been? No, I wasn't that unobservant, so why was she nervous now? It could have been she'd had a week to regret what had happened on our date. I thought about the comments she had made in my room; was it that she'd had a week to regret what hadn't happened in the park?"It seems pretty hard now." As hard as yours get?" Hmm. Yes." I notice you're still checking it." It's nice. It is lumpy between my fingers." Do you think it is nice Hailey?".