I mean just because I'm with someone else already doesn't mean I can't have some fun with other guys and girls (I'm bisexual). Maybe someone like you ...or example?”“But...I can't let that happen then if you're already taken!”I laugh at him. He's so goody, goody! “Relax! I'm in an open relationship. Even though you can't be my boyfriend since I only need one, there is something you can be with me that should help your loneliness.”“What is that?”“Friends with Benefits. Ever heard of. I’m going to bring them out to the living room to make the girls jealous. What time did you have to get up to do all this?”“I’m an early riser so I was up at six. I figured I’d do what I could to help out and make this a special day for everyone.”“That’s so sweet of you. So what’s on the menu?”“This is my famous pizza chili. It’s not too hot but totally delicious. That will take a good eight hours so I also got stuff to make a variety of pizzas and some snacks.” I opened the fridge and. I moan in fear knowing that at any moment one of my parents will look back and see me degraded by Timber. Time craws as the truck follows the rivers down the mountain. Lap after lap Timber works at my crotch until beads of sweat form on my brow and my hips rock on there own accord. I briefly shut my eyes, lost to the intense sensation between my legs. Suddenly, my stomach muscles rhythmically contract; I thrust my hips up against Timber. I plummet out of control, my heart pounding loudly in my. Naturally, it was not a problem at all. The cousin, whose name I can't remember, thanked us profusely and Tom moved his suitcases into our room. A roaring fire burned brightly in the stone fireplace erasing the early chill of a Vermont evening. With Uncle Merle at the piano, and cousin Sue leading the singing, we all sang old Beatles songs until we were hoarse. We shared some more wine and by the time 1:00am rolled around, we were ready to stumble up the old creaking stairway to our respective.