I didn’t move as it rushed over my back, my lap, my hair, soaking me. I simply laughed. He stood there, taking pictures, telling me that I was beaut...ful, that he’d never seen anything like it, or known anyone like me. He walked into the water, not caring that his worn black shoes were soaking through to his socks, that the water was creeping up his jeans, that we were a mess. He wanted a better picture. He wanted a picture of my laughter, my almost child-like delight, at the fact that I was. I never tried to stop them nor did she protest! One of her most delicious fantasy's had always been for her to be placed in a situation like this!There were now about seven men as I followed along at a distance. In only moments she was on her knees with her hands being helplessly held out to each side, she was now taking turns giving blow jobs to anyone that offered her their dicks! One man was saying over and over suck my dick bitch! They did not need to say anything or for that matter even. I looked at me looking back at me as I remembered how it all came about.Chad, my 19 year old son, was attending college and he had come home for spring break. He spent a week running around visiting old friends and doing some partying. It was Sunday afternoon around two when the call came. The guy he was riding with had wrecked his car the night before so Chad had no ride back to school. My husband Dale had just left for the airport to catch a flight to Atlanta. He had an important meeting the. Donovan's buddies from way back and that we should stay away from him. She said they were a bad influence. You can probably guess why." Yeah, I can. Thanks for the call, Fiona. Take care, both of you."There was no response for a moment, and it seemed she'd hung up. Instead, a heartbeat before his finger cut off the call, he heard the faint reply "I love you, Jahn. Be well."One grenade after the next, Jahn thought, absently studying the cellphone nestled in his palm. I love you, Jahn. What am I.