Carol answered. “You look like your about to explode.”“Not far wrong. God you two look fantastic together.” And they did and I wanted to join ...the picture.I shucked off my clothes, leaving them in an untidy heap on the floor. My rigid cock pointed the way, straight at the two giggling women who were still clasping one another.“Denise…” My wife started. “…would you mind awfully, if my husband fucked you?” She asked it in an exaggeratedly polite and comical way, causing them to giggle again.“Well,. Apparently, I was the only one because Sheila shouted that she “knew it” and called Johanna a “sneaky bitch” while laughing.Sheila’s nipples hardened while Johanna continued, “I mean, can you blame me?” She blushed and said that she couldn’t “unsee” what she saw yesterday evening and couldn’t get it out of her mind. Sheila started playing with Johanna’s hair.“Well,” after pausing, Sheila continued, “maybe.”She moved her fingers down from Johanna’s hair, tracing her collarbone, over her breast. The bladecut the rope and made it too short for use.Robin even thought of a MacGyver type stunt. Using three small cans,some reactive metals, a steel plank, a funnel, and some rubber hosing,Robin made the means for a jet lift. All he had to do was after puttingall of reactive metals into two of the cans, was to add some fluid.Robin rigged the cans to accept the fluid from the funnel and hosing.It worked only partially. The blast did provide the lift. But Robin wasforced to use piss as a fluid.. His body leaned over hers as he started to thrust into her harder, his cock spreading her and filling her fully, the bottom ridge of his tip just barely peeking out from inside of her on his downstrokes. Beads of sweat trickled from his hair and down his forehead as he felt the beginnings of his orgasm, spurred on by her own. She felt him grow, it seemed, inside of her and rubbed her hand over his taught stomach as his hands held onto her waist and squeezed it, his fingers digging into her back.