He could see what looked like a small gulf coast town outside his bedroom window. He saw a set of clothes on a chair near the door, he laughed at the ...uau style silk shirt and the khaki Bermuda shorts. Suddenly he realized that he felt no tension, no fear and he was looking forward to living this fantasy. He arose, checked the dresser and found underwear in his size, got dressed and went into the living room, looked around and saw a kitchen to his left. He went there and started some coffee. Michael could feel it coming. Between the tentacle jerking his cock and the ceaseless pounding on his prostate, he was helpless to stop it. He closed his eyes as his own cock erupted onto his face. He felt his own hot seed splash against his forehead, his cheek...his tongue. He tasted himself.... And he liked it..... Maybe it was all the chocolaty stuff he'd been fed this whole time, but he just kept cumming. The woman above him held his mouth open and his own cock filled it with his seed. By. .. I'm glad... I'm glad I found your diary Trina"."What? I'm not! You invaded my privacy. You clearly read things that nobody was ever supposed to know. You ruined my life" Trina whispered the last line defeated. Her body shook as she fought down another sob. "We can't let anyone find out" Bree said quietly placing her hand on her sister's thigh. "Well no shit. It's bad enough you know. If anyone else knew I'd be ruined" Trina said barely holding back from screaming the words. She was looking. Since he had all his stuff in the tent it was heavy enough not to get blown away, so when my wife looked at me and said " that poor guy will drown out there" so i jumped out and tried to help him. But even we two couldn’t get the lines tighten, so i looked at him and over the wind i told him we should secure his tent at the tree right beside.He looked at me a bit confused, but then nodded, so we used the lines to secure his tent and then i told him to follow me into our camper. My wife looked.