Creak
The sound of the pool gate initiated a flurry of action from Ben, attempting to protect Amanda's modesty, pressing Tom firmly into the pool wall.
It was at this point she got a firm reminder of why in school he was called Baseball Ben.
Tom could not tease Ben about never getting his 'Bat in a Twat', it was in one now. Hers. All twelve inches of it. The Thing was prodding what she assumed was her cervix.
Ben's mouth on her's was the only thing that kept her from crying out. In pain or ecstasy from that full feeling, Tom could not tell.
Who had entered the pool surprised Tom, as he had not expected to be stuck in the pool, and the irony of the situation was not lost on her.
