” He sighed, clearly exasperated, one hand holding his camera down near his hip as he ran the other through his hair. He turned and paced away, gath...ering his thoughts, and as he came back toward us he picked up his coffee cup and held it out to Alli. “Sweetheart, can I impose on you to get me another cup of coffee while I speak to Dave? I’d appreciate it.” She rose smoothly to her feet, taking her hand off my bulge and leaving my wet spot exposed. My erection was slowly fading, the discussion. He was like me in many ways...brought up under strict schooling and English discipline...private boarding school where all manner of nasty things go on at the dead of night, but no more of that. But it meant that we had both been beaten by senior boys, - who no doubt got one hell of a sexual thrill out of it tho' they claimed they were simply maintaining discipline and it was nothing personal.....you bet it wasn't. How many of them went off and masturbated afterwards I just couldn't imagine.. Meanwhile grandpa had Mary facing the rocks as he rubbed her holes from behind. No one was around as we played, once I was hard granma jumped up putting her legs around my hips again, “now fuck me and fill me with the juice of your loins” I felt granma’s cunt envelope my shaft and she began to bob up and down water splashing up into our faces as she did so. Grandpa told mary it was her turn for an ass fucking and must have shoved his. He started choking me with one hand while slapping my face with the other. He wasn't being overly rough, but he was trying to let me know that he was in charge.He spit on my face again and I pushed him off of me. Now we were both pissed and I told him to turn off the camera. Peter turned off the camera and I told him I was ok with a little rough stuff, but that if he spit on me again, he would be walking funny for a long time. He nodded, apologized, and turned the camera back on, and started.