The party went on for a long time and Paula and my conversation got more intimate as the night went on. She told me that she and her husband used to l...ave the house then come back when they knew I was there. Diane and I didn’t bother closing the curtains so apparently, they had a great view of Diane and I going down on each other. Paula told me she and her hubby would come back to their house and send Diane home then screw the hell out of each other thinking about watching Diane and I.Once the. After a few sleepless hours of reliving the night's events, she went downstairs in her short summer robe in the morning light and made some coffee.Jeff also had slept little, and as the alcohol wore off, he heard his mother downstairs. He looked at the clock. It was 6:30. He got up and went downstairs shirtless in his sleeping shorts. As he entered the kitchen his mother looked at him, and he gave her a little sheepish smile. To his comfort, she gave him an embarrassed smile back. She poured. After the tea break everyone could start taking off their clothes and being a bit more ‘touchy feely’ with each other but without getting into any full blown sexual intercourse. They could feel up each others bodies with all care and gentleness but would be asked to leave the full sex side of things until after the evening meal. After that all restrictions would be lifted and for the rest of their time at the camp the guests could romp around in the nude and ‘bumping’ into each other in any way. . It wasn't her sin!People in America are in general very sexist and frustrated. Sex is sin, clearly!People disgust the girls being abused by guys, as they were famous sports students.People on the board of that University care about their reputation: blame the girl.People think it's always her own fault, if a tasty teen is abused by her 'friends'.So much to say that I understood her motives. If she can't trust her man, be lesbian!How happy or wise her decision was is another matter ... I might.