Their dreams of the future, perhaps silly dreams, perhaps not, have been shattered. How would you react in their shoes?“They reacted by deciding if ...hey had to be here, were forced into marriage to survive, then they would only make themselves available to the best they could find. The man who got each of them would have to have money and something more than the small modicum of social graces they saw around them. The better educated a man was, the better the chances as far as the twins were. The excitement beneath my towel was evident and my wife was quick to call it out.“So…” she said, while nodding toward the tent in my lap, “you want some more of last night too?”“Too?” I replied.“yes Baby” she said, adding her irresistible smile. “Certainly not right now, but that was really intense…. Dave was really intense.”“Shall I see about later tonight?” I asked, trying not to sound too excited.“Let’s see how I feel, oaky Baby?” she replied, “I’m still very tender… if you know what I. You don't have to leave." "I really should, Sonya. I mean I know I've made you uncomfortable. You're still blushing for god's sake." Looking at me very intently, she then dropped a bombshell on me. "Did you cum?" She asked. For a few seconds I was stunned and didn't know what to say. I opened my mouth but no sound would come out. I guess she took my inability to answer as reluctance, because she repeated the question. "Did you cum John? Did you get off thinking about me?" Still, I didn't. In fact it was smooth with a slightly bulbous head.“Who’s that for?” Miranda laughed.“Joe of course,” Carol snickered.“Uhm, no thanks,” I said.“He still thinks he’s not gay,” Carol smirked.“I know I’m not,” I insisted.Carol ended up setting it aside while Miranda stripped, and I followed. Miranda was randy, and lay on the bed face down, her thick, fine ass high. “Fuck me Joe,” she insisted.My cock fully hard already, I knee walked behind her felt her prodigious wetness, and coated my head with.