Justin's pictures assured it. Everyone had a folder of pictures of themselves in front of their work. Often, I was asked to be there as well.Justin Im...mons was exactly what I expected from Sheila's description. He was everywhere, into everything, always with the Nikon clicking. Sheila had given him one of the guest rooms for his stay. It was a measure of her place in the house that no one had checked with Sean or me. We were informed, not consulted.As I have been unabashedly lesbian, so Justin. “That was amazing.” “You're such a pee slut,” I said fondly. “Give me your phone.” She handed me her phone and sent my own phone a text message from the pee slut. “In case I ever need to piss in someone's mouth again.” “Absolutely,” Avialle gasped. “That was so erotic. I came without even touching myself.” She stood up and bent to kiss me and I stopped her. “No, no, pee sluts don't go kissing people with their dirty, pee stained lips.” “Oh, sorry,” she said, hurt. I slipped out of the stall and. "What are ya up to?" I asked. He turned to face me, and I saw he was jerking off. I walked over to him and sat on his bed. "Mm what a nice cock you have there Tom." Without giving him time to reply, I took his cock in my hands and began to pump it, while licking the tip and suckling it gently; tasting some of his pre-cum. He moaned and grabbed the back of my head begging for more. I licked my way down his shaft and gently licked at the base. Then I took his balls in my mouth and sucked on each. I took three steps, and felt the water lapping at my toes, the froth from the waves tickling my feet. I walked slowly into the surf, feeling the retreating waves pulling at me, urging me in. I kicked off and swam lazily through the gentle swells, easily passing through the last of the waves until the ocean was calm and silent. I was distantly aware of the sounds of revelry floating over the water, just far enough away to seem like a dream.As I lay there, now floating in the calm sea, I thought.