He watched in solemn silence as Charlie placed her ball on the tee. She bent her knees this time so no sight of what might have been. She took a coupl... of practice swings and approached the ball. Composing herself she lifted the club into the backswing. A nice smooth action followed as she struck the ball and followed through. The ball took off on a trajectory that they both knew was right on line. The ball bounced once and dropped into the hole. “Whooo. Whooo. Whooo,” Charlie was screaming.. "I'm not wearing any pants." Seriously," I said. "How are you going to feel knowing that Camille is dating me, going out to nice places, getting squired round, while you have to spread for me whenever I want, with none of the benefits of dating?" Humiliated," she said. "It's horrible how you treat me, what a slut you are making me. Will you fuck me now?" No you slut," I said with a smile, "but you can blow me while you play with yourself." Oh, your little slut thanks you!" she cried, dropping. He lay back on his side of the bed while she got up and slipped out to the bathroom. A feeling of frustration was growing in him. "Damn it all. Every time!" A small growl escaped his throat.But when she came back he kept silent. It wasn't any use anyway. Anytime he suggested something different she either acted like the silent martyr or outright refused. She mumbled something about the bathroom being free and slipped into bed. He lay there silently in the dark, staring at the invisible ceiling. Erin pulled on Leah’s nipples a couple of times, helping make them stiff in the sun. She said something that caused Leah to chuckle.Chris focused his gaze on Erin’s breasts. Erin I can fantasize about. He let his mind wander to memories of playing with Erin—licking her, playing with her breasts, being sucked by her. Kissing her.Definitely kissing her.Erin leaned forward and her lips met Leah’s. They remained entwined for a few moments before the blonde pulled back, poured some oil onto Leah’s.