“You really are a bastard.” Rochelle replied, her face dark.“What? I just want you to call her up, invite her and me out for drinks, get her dru...k and tell her to come home with us. She looks like she could use an attitude adjusting like you. I bet she wants someone to take control of her, just like you do.” I said, my smile growing.“You’re a sick fuck.” Rochelle spat.“What? How is that any different than what I do to you?” I asked, concerned a bit at Rochelle’s anger.“Look, I’ll admit, the. “I did, you’re a good rider”, she said and her voice didn’t sound too confident anymore. “So, how about giving my cock a ride now?”, I said imitating a Texas accent.We approached the park and got off our bikes. Maggie, it was her name, followed me in the park and when we found a place away from people’s eyes I unzipped my pants and took my cock out. “But, are we going to do it right here?”, She asked in a astonished voice. “I thought we would at least go to your place”, she said still not. On the evening of the second day, our helpers brought our evening meal, and let us know that we could now take our first shower, reminding us that we needed to take it together to save water. They gave us soap and some worn out towels, and we finished our food before cleaning up. They also let us know that even though the brunt of the storm had passed, and the sun had been out for part of the second day, the flooding from the hurricane had washed out all of the roads, and we would need to stay. Kent kept subconsciously begging to be fucked deeper and harder, he felt full with Bruce’s cock stuffed into him and he loved it, he wanted more and Bruce was very happy to give it to him, before they knew it the bed was creaking under the brutal force of Bruce’s thrusts slamming into Kent, he slid his hands under the man and grabbed as much ass as he could fit in two handfuls and raised his hips off the bed, creating a new angle that had Kent’s toes curling, his eyes rolling back and tongue.