"I took the camera, turned it on and pressed the review button. I was shocked to see pictures of us on our trip to Camelot. There must have been over ...wo-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. ” I replied.Amy wore a very sexy small yellow thong Malibu String bikini that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. The material was so thin I could see a very sexy camel toe of her pussy mound and clearly see her labia through the fabric. My cock was again rock solid as I took in her stunning body.The bikini top was pulled so small that only her sexy nipples were covered, exposing the soft white swells of the sides of her breasts. As she turned to go towards the pool, my eyes followed. My mouth opened with a moan and he put his cock inside my mouth. His shaft left like hot iron in my mouth. I kept sucking on it for about ten minutes then just as he was about to cum, he removed his cock from my mouth and put his balls inside my mouth. His balls were sweaty and smelly but I had no option. I spat and sucked on the balls like lollipops and he finally burst his load inside my mouth and told me if I spill even a single drop and he will parade me naked in front of the whole. He had a small bookshelf, contents: A Farewell to Arms, A Tale of Two Cities, Moby Dick and, last but not least, The Count of Monte Cristo. He felt akin to Dantes, there in his own Chateau D’If, but lucky for Dantes security cameras did not exist back then, nor did sadistic beauty queens with unusual ways of winning men. His room contained a bed, comfortable enough, massive pile of pillows and a warm comforter. A desk, into which he carved the passing days after deciding pen and paper weren’t.