James just waited.'I think it is a case of the 'What Ifs'. I went through something similar when I chose my college. My freshman year was crazy. Away ...rom home the first time, lonely and a little afraid, but excited and pumped up with possibilities. I still wondered, 'What if I had stayed home?' I missed my friends from high school. 'What if I had chosen another college?' Would it have been better? Easier? More exciting?'She trailed off again and James was content, for now, to let her work it. I was shocked to see pictures of us on our trip to Camelot. There must have been over two-hundred pictures in that camera. I showed the camera to Grace and asked, "Does this look like a dream?"I then lifted my shirt and pointed to the scar. "Does this?"We all had to sit on the bed to try to come up with a rational explanation of what happened. There was no way to explain it to sound reasonable.I thought about it for a while and said, "We are going to have to not mention anything about our. William entertained them with descriptions of his adventures at the Native American College. Betsy slowed down enough to listen to some of his stories. One of the things he had learned was the art of story telling. It had been the most difficult lesson for him to learn.Kelly came out and announced, “It’s time for you to meet Edward John Biggers.”The family watched as Ed approached the bed and looked upon his newborn son for the first time. An instant connection between father and son blossomed. The driver moved over by Luis and they switched positions. Levi was rubbing his limp cock on my face as Luis held his penis in front of me. The foreskin was stretched back over his bulbous head and he soon had it deep in my mouth. Levi told him that he would meet us in the club when we finished and he dashed from the limo. Both guys shifted me around and the driver was soon fucking me from behind as Luis sat on the seat and I was on all fours between his legs. I was pumping his cock in my fist.