"They are almost begging for a rape." I, indeed, had often fantasized the same with both of them, beating my hard eight-inch cock most every night to ...one or the other of them. In fact, it was always a gang rape as well. My cock was rising now to the thought, easily expanding against my silky-like jogging suit.I noticed we were in a rather secluded area of the park, where we could actually easily remove them from the path to have our way with them. My cock really grew hard from that thought. It. She didwonder why I wanted a drop of 4 Mother of all bombs, but I asked her"Do you think we need more?"The night before we launched, Joan of Arc came to me once more. Shesaid to me, "Do you know the price you will pay?"I replied. "Yes I do. The price is small compared to the results andthe captive needs. I do so of my own free will."She asked me. "Anything you may need?"I responded, "Your sword when the time comes. And your guidance untilthe end of this mission."She said, "That is easy and done. In one of the despite the shower curtain being open, the shower seemed to have been turned on. I peered over. Wow - I couldn't believe what I saw! The same perfect guy was there, showering, curtain completely open. The entire back of his naked body was on show! My jaw dropped at the sight of him, with water running down his golden hair onto his broad white back till it reach his smooth perfect ass. I went weak at the knees at the sight of this beauty.He must have noticed my presence as he. She brought her juicy fingers to her mouth and sucked on them, tasting her own cunt juice. It tasted just fine, she thought. She would certainly have to find a suckable cunt in the near future, to satisfy her curiosity, if nothing else. She brought her hand back to her pussy and started finger-fucking and thumbing her love-bud again. With the other hand she fingered her taut asshole, pushing her middle finger up the tight hole and wriggling it about. She couldn’t decide how to pleasure herself..