As she leaned into the refrigerator to get a beer, she felt hands go around her waist and a partially erect cock pushed into her buns. "Let's see - randy, rude and rutting - must be Bob!" She said, standing. "You know you love it" was his snappy retort. "What I know is if I stand here and open this beer, reeaaallly slowly, I might not beat you to your climax." "Girl," he said and accentuating it with a hump "you're in a fowl mood tonight." He stepped back and said "I bet you couldn't thaw ice between your thighs tonight"