"What would you like to eat?" "I spaghetti is my favorite." Janet-Two spoke. "Mine too." John said feeling like he was talking to himself in a mirror... while dressed up to look his fem best. Janet-Two sat Indian style on top of her bed in her night gown and panties with a magazine while John in a matching sleeping outfit sat cross legged on the phone."This is getting weird, Sarah. I thought I'd be teacher her things, but she's doing more that miming me. I really don't like this relationship.. A whole party can be killed but the story doesn’t always end there. The dungeon master is the story teller and they can change how things flow as they please. A good dungeon master wouldn’t let a party get wiped out easily.” We are both lost looking through the books and old maps. There are even old sticky notes about various long forgotten story threads. “How do you fight?” She asks while looking at an old dungeon map I drew. “Well you use dice! DnD is pretty well known for its dice. The one. Progress was slow until we exited onto Route 50, heading for the Chesapeake Bay Bridge. Once across the Bay, we followed Route 50 until we reached Cambridge where I had booked us a room in a bed and breakfast for the weekend. The Blackwater Inn was a stout building on Bellevue Ave, with a balcony around the second floor and a porch to surround the entire ground floor. There was a view of the Bay and of the bridge across Choptank River from our window, and we spent some time that evening after. This was definitely an exhibitionist’s dream.It started with a girl sitting in a chair fully dressed and a guy sitting naked in a chair directly in front of her. He already had a huge erection. The girl smiled and said, 'I’m ready.'The guy took his cock in his right hand and began jacking it. He pumped it up and down and as he did, it grew larger and harder. The girl stared at his pumping hand as if mesmerized. I looked over at Eileen and saw that she was mesmerized as well.The scene was short,.