It was the first time he'd taken the three of them out of the house, andit was a nightmare.Twenty seconds into the trip, all three robes were off, and...the girlswere masturbating each other in the back seat and begging Will to pullover and fuck them.He tried threatening to "turn this car around" as his father once did,but all that did was make them excited about the idea of going home andfucking.So by the time the arrived at the Beta house, he was exhausted."Listen girls, if you will put those. I was sliding it in and out of my fingers in rapid succession, squeezing the tip, as it bulged slowly with cum. ‘Anything? I’m not going to just do ‘anything’ I do have standards dad...’ ‘Well. What don’t you like doing? Or what cant you picture yourself doing?’‘I, I don’t know. It’s never a question I’ve had to think about before.’ ‘Well what fetishes are you into?’‘Well uh, I... I don’t know really’‘Well... let’s just say you’ll do anything for now. I mean, if you don’t want to do something. Could it be that?" He shook his head, writing off what happend in the tent between them as simple childhood play. Sure, it was not something they would have admitted to ANYbody outside of themselves, and it was incredibly minor, but it was still illegal, immoral, and unchurchly behaviour. Knowing that didn't make the memory go away, though... nor the realization that he wished it would happen again. "NO!", he yelled mentally at himself, rejecting the thought as harshly as he. The Nazi's obviously had a double standard on what constituted homosexuality. Without a doubt, the colonel was a secret one himself; still, knowledge is power, the hypocrisy notwithstanding. His motives a mystery to my young naïve friends sense of adult power games. That information only reinforced my theory that sex was indeed a double edged sword; pleasure and power.I thought again of the innocent children's game of 'eye-spy' we played in the jeep, then I saw him holding a gun to uncle's head.