" Oh," he said, "we'll, we'll do more with 'em than any army boys." Give ye a receipt," said the leaner man behind me, "all proper like." Have to thin... about it," I said. "After I talk to the smith." I started to leave.I felt what was obviously the muzzle end of a pistol or large-bore musket against my back."Why'n't ye come and set a spell," the big man said, taking my arm. I had a few inches on him, but he had a stone or two or me and the gun at my back felt very hard indeed. I went to a table. Most of the talking was between me and the man on my lounger. I had not noticed the other man, who was now all over my sleeping friend like a rash.As her knickers had never been readjusted from their down position, on the dance floor, his wandering hand had found ample nakedness to please him as he felt freely under her dress.The silence was deafening as I sat unashamedly and watched my friend be undressed, she lay completely naked, with each leg over the side of the lounger and he was licking. Sure enough it didn’t take Amelia very long at all to get me hard again. She really surprised me when she wanted to be on top this time. She had learned about it from a couple of the girls in her new school. Their older sisters had told them about that sex position. Amelia liked it because she was in control. She knew exactly where she wanted the head of my cock to press. Before long she had her knees up high and her ass down low. I was pretty sure that I was hitting her cervix. She had one. Kyle was always like this, more interested in enjoying the sex than the orgasm, and it was my favorite attribute about him (second favorite being his cock, of course). I could spend hours tangled up with him, finding new ways to suck, fuck, and touch each other while my orgasm built, and built, until it gushes over me like waterfall and leave me trembling and exhausted.Kyle held me tight and managed to make me squeal softly as he thrust his entire length into me with force, making a soft clap.