They are touching and caressing and kissing each other as I watch and they watch me my cock stiff and hard. I am tied to the bed and they are putting...on a show for me to enjoy. Showing themselves and each other to my desires. The bustiers are loosened by each and the hands are all over the other’s breasts as they tongues intertwine in each other’s mouths. And they approach the bed. My cock expands as they reach down, their hair trailing over my engorged cock as they lips continue to kiss. . Walking out on the pool area he saw a very large swimming pool. Around it were chairs, tables, and a small bar. Sitting on a chair was Gregory Johnson. He was nothing like his sister. He had medium brown hair and hazel eyes. His build was rather average. He was currently wearing a pair of swimming trunks, a t-shirt and some sandals.“Call him over here,” Kyle commanded.Without thinking Rene said, “Greg, come over here.” Why did I do that? I have done everything this guy has asked me to.. Of course the smell of fresh fish is so similar to an aroused pussy odour it always make me smile and right then the smell of Sarah,s well fucked cunt was strong inside our tent so we had to towel the sweat and sex juices from our bodies, reapply the bug repellent and open a tent flap to cool,off. Fortunately the tent had insect mesh supposed to keep the bugs out but we,d learned even that Didn,t always deter them. It must have been all the fresh air, but we slept well and woke later than we. They’d been better pieces of ass at the fucking pick-up.Which was probably the problem. Now they’d been taken off Earth they thought they could slack off. Well, he’d show them how wrong they were. They were nothing but property now, not even worth a pot to piss in. He could fucking beat the shit out of them – first with his massive cock and then with his massive hands – and there wasn’t fuck-all they could do about it.Then he imagined that pansy-ass motherfucker’s face on the bag and his.