But that changed when she got up, and moved into my lap. She leaned forward and kissed me, grinding herself against my manhood. “I love you. And I w...ant to prove it to you with more than just baseball” she said. She kissed me again, harder, and I let my hands travel, moving down her back, and then under her shorts and grabbing her ass. I slipped my tongue into her mouth, and we wrestled with that while we sat there. I couldn’t actually believe this was happening. Especially here, of all places. Why? The proverbial why question usually came up after you got over trying to figure out what was happening. Chaos would take over because humans in a pack will turn on each other out of their primal selfishness. Back to the why of it all for the moment. As such, why did it appear some were affected, and others were not? For now, it appeared to me, as I made my way to a semi-secure area, a small percentage remained within a limited framework of rationality. However, a significant number seemed. With no warning the masked avenger pulled a shocked Bridget over his lap at the in the personal train compartment. The 18 year-old with golden shoulder length hair which shined in the light, whined that she didn’t want to be spanked. While the pretty liar remarked, “Oh Bridget don’t be silly. Bridget walked up to Avenger in his white beard and red suit. She didn’t give a hoot that this was charity as she settled in for her spanking.As Bridget sniffled looking down at the floor, Avenger moved on. George sat in the stern of the boat, where he had a little outboard motor, and Karen sat in the bow, facing me. I, naturally, was seated in the center, facing Karen.It didn't take me long to realize that in spite of the male/male sex I had been enjoying, I was far from being gay. As soon as I saw Karen, with her blond hair and her petite, but nicely shaped body, I felt my penis begin to harden under my shorts, which, as instructed by Bill, I had put on without underwear.As Karen sat there, her.