We didn't get into anything too kinky or elaborate. I did them both 'doggie' style; stroking my cock in and out of them with long, slow, deep thrusts ...hat gradually stoked their fires. While I did one, the one lay beneath the parted legs of my immediate partner, lapping away providing some direct stimulus. It was a nice leisurely way to start the day and it put a smile on the faces of both women.Of course I wasn't in much of a hurry that morning. I'd finished the last of my tasks the day before. After a week of that, I was begging for a steak. We lived in a gated community, in the upper east hills of the city with a small population of about fifty people. No one within the community had contracted the Virus as of yet, but everyone was still under permanent house arrest for the time being. It wasn't that hard considering the size of the houses in the community. Everyone had there own little kingdoms to control. My family consisted of my father Peter; he was one of those guys that did a. Joanne looked and said you know I won’t stop you if you want to touch and smiled, I slowly moved my hand onto her tit, her nipple went solid and she gasped I was going hard as well, as she turned and kissed me I felt her hand run over the front of my trousers, making my cock go solid, our tongues rolled around each other’s mouth, as we broke for a breather I whispered “you know I have been dying to ask you out for ages but never had the guts”, Joanne smiled saying “ I’ve been dying for you to. I had secretly admired Ron for a long time for the way he looked. He stood six foot tall and even as an eighteen year old he was filled out with broad shoulders and a washboard stomach. His arms were well muscled and tanned as much as they could be in the God forsaken dusty air.His hair was flaming red, like the light of a campfire burning bright under a harvest moon. The top layer of hair gleamed a soft orange, having been faded over time from working outside while his under growth was much.