For the first week, I could hardly move without some pain, but I was well enough in the second week for 69 sex. That was no where near as satisfying a... fucking, but it was all I could manage. Finally, after the fourth week, sex was possible but I still had to be very careful. I had not realized how much I would miss a good old-fashioned fuck.We solved part of the problem by propping my butt on a couple of pillows. That was not as good as the butterfly position, but it did make fucking possible.. Wow! Both women came together. That was an amazing thing.“Holy fuck, that was good,” Connie gasped as she rolled off to Trish’s side. “You sure know how to eat a pussy, girl.”I lifted my face from Trish’s groin, smiling up at them.“I need a dick in me. Fuck me, Steve. Now. Please!” Trish sounded almost pleading. I moved up over her into the missionary position, ready to give my rock-hard cock some action. She impatiently grabbed it and pulled it to her opening. “Hard, Steve. Drive me down into. She had ruby red lipstick, a black leather one piece swimsuit, long fishnet stockings that connected to large high heeled platform pumps. She had just passed salt lake city and was very keen and going around L.A. she didn’t know what would try and kill her first, the gangs, or the goblins, or even worse, the cops. Another town came into view after a few miles on the road. She had gotten about as much money as she could muster from the town before. Now she was would go into this town and siphon. “Like it matters,” she said in a bratty tone. “You’ve got so many anyway, and besides...” She paused and bit her lip, deciding it was best to keep quiet about what she was going to say.“ ... and besides what?” I asked inquisitively.“Besides, you use all that lube on them and...” she said, pausing again. “And, you know. You’ll make them dirty anyway.”I narrowed my eyes until they were just little slits in my head. “Have you been spying on me, Judit?” I asked with trembling voice, knowing full.