I guess we have some time on our hands. Any suggestions?” He smirks at me. Mmm you have no idea. I think he has the same thing on his mind as I do o... mine judging by the way he keeps his blue eyes following my every move as I stand to walk over to him. Only one way to find out. I lick my upper lip slowly and suggestively. “We can play a game.” I say to him. He stands so he can look down at me and my low-cut top. “What kind of game?” He questions. One of his hands slides around to my lower. He, in turn, asked what was on her mind being the only girl with Theo, Mark, and Paul.She just flashed her wickedly sensual smile at him, “That’s for me to know and for you to fantasize about!”“Ladies and Gentlemen, we have a special treat for you. We saw them first perform during the top two hundred and were so impressed, we’ve united them again. Singing, ‘It’s Only Love,’ here are Abby Kendall and Brad Hayward!”The staff recreated the music video wardrobe featuring Bryan Adams and Tina. There were seven guys including me, plus Annie. All kinds of guys, hispanic and black and white and one huge Samoan k**. We had a group leader, Johnnie L., who was around thirty and looked like a cowboy or something. The guys shared one big cabin, Annie had a small one, and Johnnie L. had his own. So every day we got in the truck and rode to a trail site, then busted our butts all day. It was hot, and we sweated buckets. We all noticed that Annie looked pretty damn good with sweat. This stuff is extremely mild. Nothing, in fact, could have been further from the truth. “Come on, I’ll show you,” I said. My mom always wanted to be perceived as liberal, so she went ahead and took. It took a few minutes to get her to hold it in her lungs, but after a while, she was able to. We both fell silent then. She and I were both dressed in summer-wear. She had a T-shirt with a bra underneath, and shorts with I presumed panties on under those. I had a pair of swim trunks on only.I moved.