He works as a math teacher at our school and is a quiet, grumpy guy.His son Mike Schuster has been my best friend for ages and, like me, 18 years old,...he is very sporty, has dark blonde hair and a cleanly shaven face. With a height of just under 195cm, he is a little taller than me. Mike and I were always at our side, which is why we are close friends. Mike himself has a steady girlfriend for 2 years who unfortunately could not come to this vacation.My and Mike's driver is his mother, Hanna. Its time she knew about screwing, a giggling Sue answered, startling me with her reply, fuck me now…I mean it! Unsure of what to do, yet wanting to finish this episode of lovemaking, I slowly renewed my thrusting. I could see Mindy quite clearly out of the corner of my eye. Her free arm was moving rhythmically and I could see that it was thrust under the sleeping bag cover. There could be little doubt that her hand was in her crotch…and that she was masturbating, her hand moving in time to the. .I lay there kissing my brother and his boyfriend." Bill looked at me and said"Seems like someone else likes "CHICKEN" too"...all Bobby said was" yum " I think I need to take a shower I said Bill replied I agree, you think we should untie Bobby and let him join us?"Nah " I said jokingly " the shower will be two crowded." and Bill and I cracked up laughing. we got up and stood at the bed and Bobby pleaded "please untie me let me go with you" again Bill and I started laughing and started to untie. Bell clanging, big as life.I looked around trying to become oriented in time and space - that's what my therapist always says to do when I have a flashback. Flashbacks have become more prevalent lately, as I try to come to grips with half-remembered childhood traumas that I won't go into here. This was no post- traumatic stress illusion, however - of that I was certain. For one thing, despite my desperate efforts, I wasn't becoming oriented; in fact, quite the contrary. For another, I couldn't.