Finding it, I started to suck at her clit while I massaged inside, and felt her tense up. "Whoa, whoa... uhm... too much coffee, I think," I heard her...mumble, tentatively. "I need to... uh... go." I stopped long enough with my mouth to raise my head. "No, you don't. Just relax, beautiful, and let it happen." "Are you sure?" she asked, and I smiled, nodded, and resumed my sucking. It didn't take long for the pleasure to overwhelm her reluctance, and she laid back again, relaxing and letting me. "Nay, we don't," he nodded. "That would be unseemly, but I can't believe that the Lord would mind us nailing a board that an English had cut with one. However, power hasn't been restored here yet." Not a problem," Roger smiled. "There's a generator in the RV."So Roger became the saw guy -- not that there wasn't any amount of sawing going on with handsaws. The generator only had power enough to run one saw at a time, but that was fine, since he was sawing so much lumber that the saw would get. Again he answered like most converted straight boys do, "I'd leave her and come be your cocksucker." "My fuck-toy?" I questioned, pumping my cock in his mouth again. When I pulled out, he whispered, "Yes, your fuck-toy." "My cum bucket?" I continued, pushing him deeper into utter submission to my cock. "I will be your cocksucker, fuck-toy, faggot, queer, cum bucket, just please let me taste your cum again," he pleaded, completely under my cock's hypnotic pull. "As you wish," I generously. She was starving to get the same brutal treatment that her younger sister had endured for over the last half hour. She fell back on the bed in the same place she was earlier and pulled both of her knees up to her armpits. Dad had absolutely no problem putting his newly measured cock inside of her very expecting (and wet) pussy. She almost immediately began moaning as dad began a fairly fast pace fucking her harder than he would normally start out. I suppose she was so wet dad didnt have to pace.