".....Pam.....Pam?!" Beth repeated a little more loudly, doing her best to jar her friend from her descent into self-pleasure. "I said the pretzel is really tasty, you should try one."

Pam quickly regained focus on her surroundings, and looked up to see Ron leaning down closer, holding the snack out, a coating of thick cheese threatening to break free from the undersized cigar-shaped pretzel. His bulbous cockhead was threatening to slip past the hem of his trunks. If she leaned up on the edge of the pool and just past the offered pretzel, she could plant a loving kiss across his tempting manhood. Just as quickly as she embraced this...