That was the signal my wives had worked out to let me know she had agreed to be with me. She was the leader of the women from the first village we had...raided and she was nervous.“Relax, I’m not going to hurt you. I want you to enjoy this,” I told her comfortingly. Afterwards, I hoped none of the other widows were in the cave or they would have thought I was torturing the woman. She was a screamer and howled her way through more orgasms than I could keep track of.“Your wives are very lucky,” she. Wait...please! Just wait a fucking minute..." Laura begged."Go." said Ashley."Yes..." moaned Jake. He unzipped the front of his pants, and instantly his bulge popped out of his pants, revealing his hard cock. Laura gasped. It was so big, and so hard...she could hardly believe that it would be ripping through her. She squealed, twisting and struggling, not wanting to know yet. She wasn't quite ready. But Jake was going for her pussy instead. He leaned down beneath her, viewing the precious. "Tinker lunges at her, quickly grabbing her right arm and dragging herinto his body. She's struggling and kicking but he easily picks her upand wraps his arms around her, across her chest. It may just be myimagination or all the pads, but I'd swear that he's coping a feel.Patricia is starting to panic. Just then Simmons steps in."Okay. I think everyone saw that the young lady was at a distinctdisadvantage this time but we can teach you some things to level theplaying field. Let her go Sergeant. That night, we were about to accept the consequences – Cold MREs in tents set up right smack in the middle of our football field – at night and in the snow. And seeing our buddies studiously trying not to look sorry for us over the past couple of days was kind of hard to take. Josh Grady, our fullback, muttered to me, "Cold MREs? Marty, I think I'd really rather eat crow – literally!"As we walked down towards the Stadium from the Field House, someone else grumbled, "What kind of man would set.