Just a little more intimate than girlfriends, I suspected. Of course, my mind began to turn this probable innocent behavior into a fantasy. Imagine if...I could watch my own daughter with her friend. Naked. Having sex. Oh, god, what a sicko I am. It was a guilty pleasure that I kept in my mind. Hey, it's just a crazy fantasy, right? I would imagine Chelsea, with her tiny A cup titties on her small boyish frame lying naked by Abby's long and leggy body with her and fuller breasts. In my fantasies. For that very same moment I walked out I was nearly suffocated by soft fleshy pillows belonging to my c***dhood friend, Shelby Marx. She had gotten surprised when I walked out the door and had turned around the greet me, only to slip and fall forward a little, causing her almost double D sized breasts to kill me. When she apologized she noticed that I was holding the drumsticks that my dad had given me and she remembered the day I had yelled at her saying I would never play the drums again. She. One moment, I was facing away from him. The next, I find myself seated at a table, with the smoke forming a perfect sphere around us. The man is colored entirely in grey scale, from his cleanly pressed three piece suit, to his pitch black gloves, to the white flames serving as his eyes. "Now then John, let's get down to business. I have some bad news for you. I'm afraid that your dear wife has been using you this entire time. Now, I know that this is hard to believe, after all, you two were so. Luke had just gotten his license, so he drove. We got to the house around 10:00 and hit the beach for the rest of the day. Mr. Amato and his girlfriend, Jill, showed up around 3:00.After dinner, Mr. Amato got out beer for everyone and suggested we play strip poker. He got Jill naked in five hands, and they went off to the bedroom, to much eye-rolling from Paul and Luke."You guys want to keep playing?" Caleb asked."Sure," Luke said, taking a swig of beer, "If we were playing for money I'd be to.