Outside of Denver we took 270 to I-70 to avoid the city traffic as much as possible and stopped to top off the fuel just east of Denver. We also picke...d up some snacks and a thermos full of hot coffee along with three large cups of coffee. The Sisters made some sandwiches from the leftover bread and venison slices. It was past 2:30 in the afternoon when we pulled out again on I-70 heading for Oakley, Kansas.We were down out of the mountains now and most of the signs of the recent snow were gone.. “Look who is awake,” Eve says, looking at me and my dick.Both ladies move to me, laughing; Eve steps over me, so that I am again on my back in the middle. They start kissing me, our tongues mingle and I taste the juices from both tongues. I cannot see it, but feel two hands move downward over my chest and my stomach, reaching their target. I feel one hand on my balls and the other moving over my shaft, up and down. My dick points straight ahead now. Both hands are still wet from their mutual. Much dirtier. It was perfectly normal to fuck hard and greedily whenever you felt like it. And that was exactly the weakness of Dick. He was what the earthlings called a romantic. He was soulful, tender, and she loved making love to him. His stamina and steadfastness had also increased, but still she sometimes longed for him to desire her as his foster father had.She clearly felt his strong hands on the back of her head and felt his cock pressing deep into her throat. As a Tamarian she didn't. I buried my head in the pillow and sobbed.Brad did the best he could to console the turmoil I felt; falling back on the time honoured comfort of a very large glass of brandy; and somehow it did seem to help. I lay my head on Brad’s chest and he gently gathered me into his comforting arms. I looked up into eyes and I saw his empathy.Then our lips came together as our naked bodies met on the bed and we kissed long and passionately.As Brad kissed my neck and his hands roamed freely, he murmured.