Amy threw her towel out.Amy: (Did I really just agree to this? What has gotten into me? No matter what Elena says. Friends aren’t supposed to do the...e kinds of things together!)She was still shy.Amy: (But kissing Elena felt so natural. So nice. Maybe. I’ll just go with the flow and see what happens.)Amy sat on the edge of the bed. Elena got out of the bed and stood in front to watch Amy.Amy: So I sit like this?Elena: No, no, no. You must spread your legs apart. Just copy what I was doing.Amy:. She heard him race up the stairs and was opening his closet door to greet him when she saw him running into his room with his pants open massaging and squeezing his very large erection as it jutted from his fly. She had stopped herself just in time from bursting into his room. Helen stepped back from the crack of the door wondering what to do. It was obvious what her son was planning and since her car was not in the driveway he had no idea she was even home yet. She had seen his angry throbbing. He'd never understand women, not if he livedanother couple hundred years. Oh, well, he thought, as long as he gotthe good stuff, what did it matter?It was dark by the time that Buffy and Spike arrived at theirdestination--the mausoleum in one of Sunnydale's dozen cemeteries inwhich the vampire had set up housekeeping. In all the years that Buffyhad been trespassing on the town's burial grounds, she hadn't beenarrested once, nor, for that matter, had Spike. In fact, Buffy seldomsaw police. For the very first time, I found a use for my wife's family heirloom. I had once read about a gay orgy sex game called, "Russian Roulette Blowjobs." The rules were simple, each participant had ten seconds to vigorously suck one lucky guys cock, the person whom was fortunate, or unfortunate enough, depending on how you looked at it, to be on the receiving end of the orgasm was declared the winner and entitled to receive any sexual act of their choosing, performed by any one individual, or all.