He looked at the table, at the wall, anywhere but at me. ‘Oh, geez. Oh gosh. I’m . . .not that kind of guy. I’m . . . waiting for marriage, and ... . .’ My erudite and well-spoken companion was suddenly dumb-struck, and terribly like a bashful schoolboy. And I, who had always known what to do with bashful schoolboys, was mystified. Why could I not kindle a flame in him that didn’t flicker out before it even got started? This man had a mighty will, to be able to override the advances I had made. I. . I’m tired of talking.For the rest of that drive, I grew more intense in my way of thinking, while the others were almost nervous being how we had only talked about doing something like this, almost like they had grown into a bunch of chicken shits."Would any of them even fuck her? Even if she wanted them too?" I thought doubting my friends.As we approached the house, we all got out. Walked up to the door and a girl from school, excited to see us, let us in. All of a sudden, my friends were. "You three are his sisters and while I do not understand what normal relations are between siblings I know yours is more than that. That you are his women and not just his sisters is obvious and I puzzled about that until I grew to know him better. Now I understand."You, too, beautiful giant warrior," Rabszolga nodded to Lavender and actually smiled. "Your affection would be reasonable given he saved you from certain death in the arena. You, I humbly say, I know best of the four of you and I. We were rocking back and forth together as he slowly fucked my tight pussy-ass. My moans overcame the sounds from the TV as I reveled in my feminine side.We kept going like that for about 10 minutes, with him caressing and fucking, occasionally leaning in for a kiss. I encouraged him to fuck me, told him I loved his cock inside me, told him I was so glad we met. He held my legs down and I pulled his hips to ram his cock into me. He began pumping faster as I proved able to take all of him. His.