"You... You two deserve each other!" She pushed Wade's head under water, using him to leverage herself out of the pool, and toppled the off-balance redhead back in. "I'm gonna get you for that, bitch!" The threat was somewhat undermined by the laugh that followed it. "What was that all about?" Wade asked, looking from where Jeni was cumshot doing teen something behind the base of the diving platform back to Grace. "I---" Grace's mouth opened but no further words emerged. She couldn't think of anything to say that wouldn't sound crazy or stupid, or both, and the swimmers from the following heat were climbing out around them. "It was a private joke." "So I gathered," Wade commented, moving a little closer but making no motion to get out. "But as a helpful participant in your private joke, don't I get to hear the punchline?" His intent look made Grace feel a little interracial breathless and rattled. "Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be naked in front of everybody?" Her nipples were tighter than the temperature Hardcore could account for, and not all of the moisture gleaming on the redhead's toned thighs was chlorinated water. A slightly pained expression crossed Wade's face and Grace silently castigated herself for blurting out such a stupid question. "You mean, like here, now?" he rasped, evidently humoring her. "Yes." Grace bit her tongue to avoid saying anything else dumb, and sat back on her heels while her fingers nervously felt for stray tendrils of hair that might be escaping the back of her blowjob cap. Wade seemed content to bob in the pool, frustrating her. "I dunno," he equivocated. Why couldn't he just climb out? She turned further so that she could see her shoulders, back, and butt in the mirror. He had to squeeze the ball and force it in her cumshot mouth stretching her jaw painfully. “Now stick two fingers in my cunt and thrust them blowjob in and out, “she said. I didn't reply, interracial because I didn't even know what to say. "Daughter." The next time Marvin rode the bus, he noticed a public address microphone mounted at his assigned place on the bus, evidently a gift from the driver, though no mention of that fact was ever pronounced. At the door was a man who had a package for him to sign for. That seemed to make the teen Homeland Security people smile. Rinse off before you go home,” she yelled to him from the bathroom. I could not kill that Hardcore girl yet. Won't you Mrs. C.?" Her matching black heels knocks the floor as she walks.