His tiny asshole begging to be fucked. I spit on his hole and slid the head in. Mark let out a long sigh and I stopped. Letging him feel me throb in h...is tight hole. I started rocking my hips back and forth slowly. I could see my cock sliding on and out from the flickers of the flame. I wanted to pound him. But I wanted it to last. Mark was talking dirty the entire time, making it even hotter. I could feel the prelim starting to leak from my cock but was so horny and turned on I didnt want it to. At this point my cock was raging hard. “Now what?” asked Paul?With no hesitation, I stood up and took off my remaining clothes, showing Paul my seven inch hard dick.“Since we’re both naked and hard, let’s look at some porn,” I suggested. He agreed.I got my laptop and we both made our way to the couch. I put on some porn, with the laptop on the coffee table in front of us, and Paul and I sitting together naked and hard watching.Glancing over, I could see Paul’s dick throb. God he was hard. He. It was locked! Who the hell had locked it? And where was the key? He checked the other lockers and the wheelhouse for items to take on this trip. Two spear guns with six spears. Two of the other six life vests floating at the top of a port-side locker. They could be used to help lift the pail. A waterproof flashlight that still worked. The compass. The signal mirror. Another flashlight, which he left for the salvage operation. A few other minor miscellaneous items that fit in the pail.And all. They all worked very hard. Hermione, in particular, was faced with the challenge of conquering one of her greatest fears…flying. She absolutely hated to go flying in any way other than within the safety of a Muggle airplane. They had told her that there would be plenty to do on the ground, but Ron and Harry would be in the air, and she refused to be left behind. Upon consideration of her phobia of broom transport, Ron was utterly perplexed. He really couldn’t understand her trust in Muggle.