“Come on, my bed’s too cold for just one person.” Katrina often spoke this way to me, despite the fact that we were not intimate. She was the ty...e of woman who liked to get men riled up, sliding her hands across their thighs and pressing her breasts against them on the dance floor– whispering seductively in their ears that she had to get back to her girlfriend. Katrina was my mind-blowingly, heart-stoppingly beautiful, lesbian boss and best friend of three years. The strange relationship. “Oh, dear ... get a room, please, Mom ... and Darrell. Sorry, but I definitely can’t call you ‘Dad’ after this, you know. No offense. Wow ... but at least I like you better as a person. You’re just ... you,” I teased them, but all the same, accepted that the fantasies about Mom and Jessica would have to just remain the elephant in the room these days.“Yeah, let’s get to bed, dear. We can check out your ... stories ... tomorrow,” Mom agreed, actually taking Darrell by the dick and leading him to. Glad that I could get back to my beauty sleep,I was just about to put down the receiver, when I was jolted to a state of full attention as I listened to a male voice replying to Shalini with a “Hello sexy”. Now, it was common among people in the high society to refer to each other jokingly as “dear”, babe”, “darling” , but “sexy” had not featured on that list too often. Also, the way and the tone in which those words were said made me decide to listen in on the conversation.Why are you calling. Here, however, I’ll have to keep things in check, for I certainly don’t want anyone else in the campgrounds whispering about the perv with the young lady. The water was indeed cold. Almost too cold, but it did feel good washing the morning sweat from our bodies. Jumping out we found ourselves on a large, flat warm rock and just laid there drying off in the warm sun. Beth’s nipples were bursting from the top of her suit and she looked so sexy. Beth, catching my stare jokingly flipped her.