I spread my legs and placed my hand between my thighs to give them encouragement. I could feel through my tight shorts how hot and swollen I'd become....Suddenly, my hand was between my legs for my own benefit. I wanted more. "Help each other." I suggested/demanded.Again, two smiles let me know I was the queen bee tonight. My two lovely ladies stripped each other of hot pants and boots, peeling stockings, kissing every inch of leg on the way down. As they stood their in panties and bras, kissing. Normal humans fought against the genetically enhanced beings in a war that devastated the world. It had begun with the Asgard project.A project that was originally designed to give humanity easier access to electronically advanced systems. It was designed to give an augmented reality experience to the user. You simply needed to open your hand and you’d have a whole screen to browse the web with in the palm of your hand, without having to charge.No one foresaw the war. Hell, no one knows how the. He took hold of Lydia’s hips and positioned himself between her thighs.“Brace yourself, my dear,” he said, and pressed his shiny helmet against her tight hole. Fortunately, a great many gentlemen had previously pleasured themselves up Lydia’s back passage, so she had no worries about her ability to accommodate the Colonel’s manhood, which was of the long but slender variety. As he pushed forward, Lydia rocked back against him, and her hole expanded to allow his round knob to pop inside. Once. As my speed increased, her eyes closed again and her hands once again went to her nipples, squeezing, pinching, pulling. Her resistance totally gone, I released her legs and leaned down over her, sliding my hands under her shoulders to pull her onto my cock and push hard up against her at the end of each stoke. Nibbling on one ear and pulling her whole body onto my cock, I began hammering her poor little asshole. And I was done! An hour or more of flirting and teasing culminated in my cock.