"Yes, that's true," he conceded."Can't we change the stakes, please?" she requested."Well," he said finally. "I will do this. Let's say the loser, who...ever it is, has to do anything they are told. The loser must stay in the winner’s room and take care of them every day. The loser would also have to make up a reason for such things as why they aren't there for dinner. The loser also has to dress up as anyone the winner wants them to be." No way on that one, He-man," Teela shook her head."Scared. I held back his identity from Lauren. I held back my lover's blackness. For the moment anyway. Besides, I was afraid that she'd want him too, and I couldn't share him. Not just yet.It was Wednesday again. God, I hate Wednesdays now. I have to pretend I don't care about Robert, and then he and Mom and Dad go up into their room and make fucking noises all the damn night. I hate it. It had to be her and not me. One night, Jesus, it had to be after three in the morning, Mom and Dad finally sunk. Grabbing gently. She moans softly. My hand continues, enjoying her soft skin. Her hands move to my belt. and then my pants. Her head moves to my crotch. I can feel her kissing the head. My eyes now searching for anything to take us off the road.Suddenly she takes the whole thing into her mouth. I am lost in pleasure, barely able to pay attention to the road. Her hand grabs my wrist and moves my hand to her crotch. I quickly realize what she wants. I unbutton her jeans quickly and my hand moves. "God, you look so hot right now" Ron said, unable to keep his observation to himself. "Ron, you can't stop looking outside, or we could get busted." Amy said, a little irritated at having her fantasy interrupted. Ron did as she asked, pleased to see Beth emerging from the pool, her body glistening as the water cascaded down across her lovely boobs and past her flat stomach. He couldn't located Pam in the pool, but he didn't really care at the moment, as Beth stretched back out on the lounge.