"Yeah!"In the next couple of images Josh's hand was blurred as he stroked his dick. In the third he'd stopped, and in the fourth a long string of cum ...rupted from the tip. Josh had his fingers tight, the knuckles white as he squeezed his dick and pumped."!!"That was all the older girl could manage, because her other hand was busy between her legs. She wasn't going to send Josh a picture of that, though. She was smart enough to know a picture of the president's daughter petting her pussy would. It was no use. Again, with the image and remembrance of my step-sister’s cries of ecstasy, I came all over the side wall in the shower. Fuck. I just couldn’t get that image out of my head! No matter where I was, who I was talking to this evening, or what I was doing, I just saw my step-sister’s face scrunched in pain/pleasure and her squirting all over herself. Jesus, I was going to hell for this. As I climbed out of the shower, cock still hard from just cumming all over the place, my. Something was off. Why wasn’t she answering?“... Was that you singing?”Slowly, softly, she nodded, jostling the camera.“Careful with that,” he winced, “Per favore.”Gently, she spun the focus with her pale hand. Owen swallowed, relieved she understood.“Those old cameras. They’re a bit tricky,” He scratched his head, “...I can show you, if you like.”He started toward her, but the shutter opened, and the bulb flashed, blinding him for a split second. And in that split second, she was gone. Owen. A rope was thrown toone and he tied the ship's bow to a post while the other crewman tiedthe stern.Still making absolutely no attempt to help, the officials watchedimpassively as two crewman placed put a plank from the galley to thedock and one waved his hand to the captain, that all was ready.The centurion grimaced. "All right, Marcus, now that we're here, Isuppose I'd better get the men ready." He checked with the delegates,who moved to the plank and, at his command, the legionnaires formed.