When he sat his camera down to make an adjustment to Cathy’s bindings I took his camera and ran. It took him a moment to realize what I had done and...to chase after me but I was too quick for him. I made it down the long flight of stairs and onto my bike. I was out of there before he even got to the door.I hadn’t been gone for an hour so I copied his memory card into my computer. I found my mother’s pictures on there too along with a whole bunch of Cathy.When Mom came out of the bathroom I told. Mark shook his head in disbelief. He had never ever come like that in his entire life.He pulled a big wad of paper off the toilet paper roll and started the first round of cleaning, knowing he'd have to go back over everything later with a wet washcloth. But what was it that had wakened him in the first place? Oh, yeah, the nightmare.It wasn't totally logical - dreams never are - but this one seemed a lot clearer than most. He and Julie had gone to a night club to dance. Somehow he was sitting. Jim and I were sent to the camp's showers with our suits and cutoffs. We showered, shaved, and dressed. When we returned the ladies had taken turns in the RV's shower and cooked breakfast. We ate and cleaned up.Marianne said, "Let's find some water and swim." Irene and Karen agreed and we loaded up with towels and walked to a beach area on the lake. We arrived and Karen and I stripped down to our thong suits and walked into the water holding hands. Jim saw us doing that and doffed his shorts. “I’m glad to see I don’t have to fight your instinct to sit lady like today.” An opening! “I have a feeling a lady isn’t what you want me to be.” “A lady in the street, a slut in my bed.” He looks over to judge my reaction. Smiling, increasing my grip on his cock and spreading open a little wider, my response brings a look of surprise to his face. “Well Sir, if that’s what you need, I suppose that’s what you get.” He turns his attention back to the road, his tone while still a bit playful is.