A couple of guys in their sixties, a few others in who were middle aged, and one who was the same age as me. I sat next to him, pulled out my dick and... began stroking it to the video we were watching. To be honest, I’m not sure what was playing. I think he noticed me playing with myself, because he leaned over and whispered in my ear, “Nice cock.” I smiled and replied, “You too.” It was true he had a beautiful smooth dick, around eight inches in length with a lovely upward curve. He was a. . who cares.", he thought to himself. The longer he lived his usual life, the less he seemed to care. At first he was concerned at the loss of emotions, but the more time passed, the more accepting he was of it. Or rather... unbothered?The door to his room was open, and his sister passed it."Hurry up bro, you'll be late if you don't get going!", Sara said to him. She was a pretty girl, had a nice body and impressive C-Cups, that kind of felt unfitting on her small and slender frame. Despite. They were sitting in the loungeroom slurping on bowls of freshly made camla soup. Ronan had filled the pot the night before with chunky root vegetables and cured camla meat, from Ricky’s overstocked larder.To tenderise the meat, the soup had been simmered over a low heat during the night. With the fresh bread that Ronan had made, it was a very filling way to start the day.They were all watching Kerr’s people starting their tenth day at the crossroads. It wasn’t a pretty sight. The nine people. The exertion involved was enough to quickly raise a gloss of sweat over their bodies as they slid laboriously against each other. Sharon threw her legs wide, then wider still as she squirmed to push her clitoris against Officer Barnaby's lithe young body. But when she felt Donna begin to draw her omnipresent night stick along the cleft in her arse she suddenly realised what they had planned for her. Her mind thrilled with excitement at the thought of a double penetration. She knew from past.