Kind of hot, too.I was getting rock hard thinking about that vacation and began to stroke my growing cock. I really needed the release but I took my h...nd away. I’d rather finish myself off in a nice secluded spot on the beach. I grabbed my knapsack, threw in a bottle of water, towel, lotion, my camera, couple of books and some snacks. One great thing? No cellphone. Come to think of it, no Wifi. No nothing. I had a radio for emergencies and that was it. That’s it, David. You’re Robinson Crusoe. When I arrived, Julie was dressed in shorts and a t-shirt but had a bra on (unlike when she accosted me in my yard a few days ago). Nothing too provocative or inappropriate because she would be helping me. But at the same time, not so modest as to be negative signal. After thanking me for agreeing to help her, she asked me “Are you mad at Cammy for what happened with Jim?” I said, “Why do you ask? This is a bit complex.” She then rephrased it by saying “Were you jealous?” I turned it around and. I sat on the floor supporting by back on the wall knowing there is nothing to do to save my nandu.One went inside another room and bought some salad vegetables, a bottle of brandy and few glasses. He made five pegs and asked me to drink. I was in such a condition that I drunk the full glass at once. Beared man appreciated me. He insisted Nandu to drink. She denied. I told her to drink so that she can stand her sorrow. She obeyed. By lowering her saree she too sat down. All of them too finished. I accessed the video's and could not find any recordings, 'Fuck, Fuck, fuck', I cursed myself and Julie, who probably deleted them in her revenge reverse recording.Eventually I started to doze off, exhausted and frustrated, and as I dreamt, my befuddled brain reminded me all videos were sent to the 'Cloud', our crazy fuck sessions were in the cloud.As I slept sex was playing a big part in my dreaming, my poor body was craving sex, and when it happened, it was slow and deliberate, a really.