”I told Becky I was fine with Leslie and her being b-sexual.“How do we make this work?” I asked, slipping up to gather up our clothes from the b...ach. Becky slipped back into her dress as I slipped back into my clothes.“We’ll find a way,” Becky declared. “Nothing has to change, I promise.”My mind was swirling. I had a lot to process. Becky slipped her hand into mine and placed her other hand on my bare chest.“It’ll work out,” Becky declared. Her touch was both reassuring and exciting at the same. I was twenty and currently between girlfriends. Everything at home was normal, except my youngest sister had a friend who had been having problems at home, and had essentially moved into my parents house about three or four weeks earlier. My parents had an extra room, so she had own room. Her name was Amanda. Amanda was 51, probably around ninety pounds. She was a good kid but was arguing with her parents and step siblings a lot. She would still stay at her parents house a couple times a month,. Gerard picked himself up with the grace of a wounded chimp. He held out both fists like some cliché movie and I smiled at him. My fist slammed into his temple so hard that his stupid, empty little eyes and his breath left his body. I don’t know how bad I hurt him, but he didn’t get up again. Two of his friends shoved their way through the crowd and sprinted forward. One caught Gerard and the other came after me. Three hits: one to the stomach, the next to the lower sternum (I heard the small. I terminated all play! I don’t know what made me do this, but I quietly lifted my feet off the floor so she wouldn’t know I was in there. And I’m glad I did. After a few seconds she came in and went into the stall right next to me. I figured I would wait tell she left but I was in for a surprise. A few minutes went by when I started hearing those easily recognizable noises of wetness and moans… She was masturbating too! As soon as I realized this I went right back into playing with myself.