When it started to get cold and the leaves started to change I made one last visit to their graves. I kissed each head stone telling them I would be b...ck next spring and left.As I was moving south I ran into the first person I had seen in almost a year and a haft. He called himself Trapper John and boy could he talk. I was one of few words before and I was even of fewer now. After about five minutes John asked if I was mute. I just shook my head no. I spent most of that winter close to John's. He jizzed in my mouth 3 three times and it was so good. His cock was still throbbing so I knew he was up for more. I dared him to point his ass towards me and he did it without a second thought. I started slowly moving my cock towards his tight ass pussy, and I didn't think he knew what was happening because he started shouting a little, but after a while he started moaning. He started shouting " Ram my ass harder, oh yah harder, harder." His ass was coiling around my cock and it felt so wet. Then her hands, and his hands, came up to her breasts and touched them, and gently traced outlines across them, until his fingers brushed her nipples, and in their erection, they reached out to him. He grabbed her and forced her to sit upon the bed, and then forced her to lie back upon the bed, her legs over the side of the bed, and spread out slightly so that her most private place was just exposed to his view. His hands came from her breasts, to glide down her chest, across her narrow. ..alright then, fair enough”, came Megan’s slightly surprised reply. She honestly didn’t seem mad though; I think she actually kind of liked that I picked Caroline.“Well, don’t I feel special?”, joked Caroline, nudging me in the ribs.“Haha, don’t look too much into it”, I replied to her, laughing. “Alright, now it’s your turn, Cory”, Megan told me, eager to keep playing this rapidly-heating game. It was already starting to get really good, and I could tell the girls were into it just as much.