Luckily, Ron had left his gray gym shorts/pajamas on the bathroom floor after changing into his trunks. He wrapped a cold wash cloth around his hardon, managing to extract the steel that had only moments earlier been ready to impale his increasingly aggressive girlfriend. As he stood there, looking in the mirror, his right hand applying the cold, wet cloth to his cock, Ron attempted to think about how perverted it was for Amy to get so excited by him being teased and tormented by Beth, and especially her own mother. He thought if he concentrated on the demented nature of what they had been doing, he might be able...