.” I started to blush.“Are they fucking?” Becky giggled.“Yes,” I groaned.“In the living room?” she teased.“Of course not!” I sputter...d. “They’re up in their bedroom!”“With the door wide open?” Becky smirked.“Shut,” I grunted. I was getting a little exasperated with Becky’s teasing.“Then it’s a good thing I came along to ‘rescue’ you, isn’t it?” she laughed. “Poor John, stuck in the house on Saturday morning and forced to listen to his PARENTS having sex. Oh, the horror!”“Just stop it,” I begged. "Girl," said Mistress, "you need a little assertiveness training." I almost smiled. Mistress was now the most assertive woman I knew, but before last night she presented as meek and mild. I began wondering what had triggered the change."Does he have intercourse with you?" asked Brenda. "You mean does he fuck me? No, I fuck him," countered Mistress. "I use his body, not the other way around. I ride his cock when it pleases me, otherwise I make him lick and suck my cunt."Thinking perhaps that she. Veronica was definitely the “top” in that pairing judging from the way she ordered the submissive Sally around in front of the rest of us.The final tent was home to Rose and Betty. There was only a year separating the girls and they looked so much alike that they could have been identical twins. They generally wore similar clothing and did each other’s hair so they had the same style that appealed to them both at the same time. I tried to imagine them doing it with each other and all I could. Wading out of the water, he moved back to the cabin in silence, to change clothes and warm up by the fireplace.Not long afterward, Roger realized his partner had left. Typical, lazy SOB, he thought. “Always trying to get out of work,” Roger said, informing the trees, snow banks, cold stream, and critters in earshot, of his partner’s shortcomings. He followed the declaration with a long stream of profanities.The boys had outside worries that gnawed at them, and the close confinement exaggerated.