That's it. Just like that. That's perfect, Ray! Don't stop! Whatever you do, don't stop! Oh fuck yes! Oh God yes! Ahhhhhhhhh!" I screamed out as I hit...my strong orgasmic peak, and then started squirting and gushing all over my lover's G-spot-fingering hand.And while I was orgasming my butt off, Ray was cheering me on, saying things to me like "That's it, babe" and "Squirt it all out." Oh, fuck yes!" I cried out, after I finally came down off my orgasmic roller coaster ride. "That was awesome!". The world had yet to turn upside down, or so it seemed. It was after those first few days that everything started to run amok, he started to stay in his room for long periods of time, and then finally decided to stay away from the house as much as he could, some of the excuses at the start were plausible and maybe held a few ounces of truth and after that the excuses became flimsy and see-through, after that there were very few excuses. He just came and went. I broke my thoughts for a moment,. , Steven had a similar thought, but decided to play to the situation. He dived below the water line and swam up behind Paul. Surfacing he quickly yanked Paul's trunks down and by pulling them backwards managed to topple him forwards, resulting in his trunks coming clean away in his hands.Screwing them up, he threw them in the direction of Susan, Hoping that Paul would then have to go get them from her. However his throw was far too long as the trunks flew out of the pond and landed on a bush. I was disoriented for a moment. Then the memory of last nights fucking crept back into my consciousness. As I lay in my bunk I was sweating. My panties were down around my knees and my t-shirt was up under my armpits. My body was exposed from my tits to my pussy. It was true! I had been fucked! The dream was real!! I had let Wesley fuck me last night down on the dock. I hadn’t sleep much last night. My mind was replaying my episode with Wesley on the dock. I could still.