He tasted her pubic hairs with loud, slurping noises. And Becky squirmed with excitement in front of him. Jack stood up. His cock stood out, pulsating... fit for fight, as he grabbed it at the root with one hand. The cameraman crawled into position, facing Becky's pussy. They were only waiting for the director's command. Jack positioned the bulging head of his cock at the mouth of Becky's wet labia. And slowly, ever so slowly, the rock hard cock forced its way into her pussy. "Ohhh," she. "Listen - about the breakup. Maybe, we could give it another try?" He blue eyes made my heart felt, and I could barely keep my knees from collapsing. I've wanted this for a long time. "I don't know," I replied, staring at his shirt. "I mean -" "Maybe we can give the sex thing another try?" He asked, cutting me off. I responded my leaning over, pressing my soft lips against his. He parted his mouth and slid his tongue into mine, swirling it around. When we parted I felt dizzy, and he smiled. He. Luke and Eva were waiting for us in the baggage area. Luke was a little taller than I had imagined, and Eva was even more stunning in person than she appeared online. She wore a tight little tee-shirt that stretched across her ample breasts, white shorts that accentuated her shapely ass, and high-heeled summer shoes that complemented her well-toned legs. Not only did she look fantastic, but she smelled good. I got a good whiff of her perfume when we exchanged a hug, and it ignited a tingling. He was going to be king and the story would end up being whatever flavor he preferred. In the end, I supposed it wasn’t important what version of events the villagers and townsfolk heard in taverns at night. Anyone who needed to know the differences already knew ... and here in this private journal I’ve already written my own definitive account of the events.Jack, really being the only one of us that could drink with the new king and give him any sort of good advice that the lad would actually.