"Tell me if all of this gets too much," Trevor said as he and Helen waded in the pool.​

     "Back at you," she replied.

     Hundreds of Azurians fucked everywhere. The air seemed to pulsate with the rhythm of the men's strokes.

     They got a look at Skip, on his back on a rock, while Galateas took turns riding him like a bucking broncho.

     They got a look at Alison and Winston. Winston sat in the pool while Alison straddled him. They both peered wide-eyed at all that surrounded them.

​     They got a look at Chuck. He now had Galateas all over him. He sat in the water while one Galatea kissed him, a second caressed him, and a third fellated him. 

     They watched Xerxes bang away at Cathy even as a look of frantic intensity crossed her features, followed by the inevitable...

     "Aagghhh!"

     Adam sat with a beautiful, nude brunette. They seemed to be the only two people in the grotto not fucking...

     besides Trevor and Helen, themselves.

     "We could go back to our suite," Trevor suggested.

     "Would it sound weird to you if I said I'd prefer to stay here?"

​     "The word weird lost all meaning for me about forty-five minutes ago."

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