."Hmmm..." he seemed deep in thought. Like he was looking for something."what?" I asked, genuinely curious."Just wondering why the sudden interest in ...y movies..." he smiled, looking directly at me. My heart sank and I stopped breathing. Did he know!? Was I NOT as stealthy as I had thought last night? I sat, frozen in silence while my dad looked at me. "...I mean you never seemed to like my war movies before." he said with a disappointed tone. Relief soared through me though. He still. .. of course.And the man who read all this to them was, as they believed, the direct descendant of old Rip. He had even met the man when he was a child ... had actually spoken with old Rip. The old roll top desk and the journal in it were gifts to Bob by the legend himself! And Bob was handsome, and polite in a way that men had forgotten how to be, it seemed. Whenever he accompanied one of them on a trip somewhere he was most solicitous, opening doors for them, taking their hand to help them in. I moved away from him and told him to stay still, pulled the cummed speedos out of my bag and some rope.I lifted his hands over his head and tied his wrists together and linked the end of the rope around the base of the lounger so that he could not get free. I took the cummed speedos and shoved them in his mouth and wrapped the Roosters speedos over his head and tied the drawstring round his neck. I knew my mate was getting hornier at all this. I then moved down to suck his cock through his red. Barefoot, it was easy to stand behind Samantha without any of them noting it. He had all the time to marvel at the threesome before his eyes, three outstanding women in the heat of passion. Even Samantha who was only eating out Donna was extremely aroused. Her labia was bloody-red swollen, slightly gaping, giving him a clear view to the pink entrance of her beautiful cunt which was profusely leaking female fluid, dripping down to the carpeted floor. He was fucking hot as hell seeing all of.