I asked why it had taken her so long at the supermarket and she blamed it on the massive line of people waiting to get in on a Friday afternoon. If I ...adn't seen the exchange of messages on the laptop I might have believed her. That she lied to me made me furious. I kept the anger at bay as getting angry and unreasonable has never been my thing, I don't like the lack of control that comes with anger.Karen declined my offer of dinner and went off to have a bath. I brought the laptop over and sat. And let us not forget the cheerleader squad, and the soccer team. Oh well I'll just have to buckle down and handle it. Maybe I can ask mom what I should do. Oh wait, she said she wants me to show her how I treat girls some time. So many girls and so little time, I'm afraid I'm doomed.Mom called me into the master bedroom one Friday morning, "Greg I need to have a little talk with you."Uh oh, it usually means doom and gloom when a woman wants to talk. I wracked my brain trying to figure out what. Which meant that the place felt empty. Which was perfect for me. The staff was mostly outraged by gay people, but the few other guests seemed delighted to find us.We were almost entirely naked from the moment we hit the resort. Actually, the boys were almost always naked; I kept my shorts on unless I was banging one of them. Since we spent most of our time engaged in one sexual act or another, when the other guests found us, there was almost always something entertaining to watch. I would have. Every so often she would move slightly, her leg would rub against my penis. All my attention was on her leg and my penis, waiting for the next move. When she moved next her leg pressed a little harder on my stomach and I realized her thigh had touched my hand. Curling my fingers I felt her soft skin. I couldn't see where my fingers were touching, but it was so soft and smooth. With feathery like strokes my fingers wandered a few inches up and down her thigh. My penis inflated some and that.