. I would.”“You don't hate me for liking girls?” she asked, pressing the tip of my cock against her roommate's—her lover's—pussy.“No,” I...groaned, staring into her eyes, speaking the truth. “How could I ever hate you. I love you. You have to be true to yourself. You won't be happy otherwise.”“Even if it's a sin?” she asked.My hands squeezed her breasts. “When we make love, it's a sin. I don't care. I just want to be with you. God will understand.”She kissed me hard as she rubbed me up and down. She then retracted her criticism. ‘I’m sorry for saying that. It was inappropriate of me.’ ‘No,’ Robert contradicted. ‘It’s true. I don’t seem to see much of her anymore.’ ‘Well, if you’re alone this weekend, why don’t you, ah, join me?’ Robert wondered at the hesitancy in her voice, an almost double-speak where she’d suggested it casually, figuring an easy yes, not expecting a yes, but deeply hoping for a yes. ‘Good idea Elise,’ Robert commented sardonically. ‘That way we can be alone. The first troop showed up at the pool at a quarter to two on Sunday afternoon for their swim tests. John Holloway assigned all the CITs who had worked the pool this summer to assist the aquatics staff. Will and I did the safety lectures while Dustin and Eric kept things organized in the pool. The handicraft staff and the commissioners came down to help prepare buddy tags after the kids finished their tests. It was organized chaos, but it worked.The Manheim troop showed up around mid-afternoon.. He stood there looking down at me, a crease forming between his brows as confusion rose to the surface of his eyes, ‘You doing okay sugar?’ Silently I began to take an inventory of my body, wiggling my toes. They all seemed to be there. There only seemed to be a deep throbbing at the back of my head. I raised my hand and gingerly pressed it against the spot. A cry burst from my lips as the stars returned and my stomach clenched. Those rough fingers seized my wrist and yanked it back down to the.