It was no wonder she needed help. There were heavy boxes to be carried outside and heavy shelves to be moved. We both started to work. After several h...urs of working, we were both soaked with sweat. Amy took a couple of cold wet towels and hung one around my neck and the other around her neck. The extra water from the towel made Amy’s blouse transparent. Her white bra was clearly visible making her boobs look massive. She caught me staring. “I’m guessing you didn’t see this in the monastery”,. The four leaned back, full for the first time in days. Mike surveyed the girls. They seemed happy for the moment. Considering all they had through in the last 48 hours, it was a wonder. Keeping them active and occupied was the only way to keep them from moping and grief. Not that the grief was inappropriate, but survival came first.Mike knew he needed to have the girls obedient. They were teens and probably did all the teen eye-rolling for their stupid parents back home. But here, he needed. I can't go into details about what happened to me, because I'm not supposed to.One day I will tell my wives about it. One day we will all lie in bed together and talk of the things I suffered.But allow me to describe those many sexual events in a poetic way.It was like being in a plane piloted by a fool. A girl. He parents are the best of their generation. I was still a baby when they were making history.They could not accept that history is not exclusive to their generation.They thought that. I could tell she was getting more excited as she kissed me harder, longer and even biting my lip softly. I continued to use one finger to spread her clit, softly caressing. I felt my way back further, pushing two fingers deep inside her. As she sighed, I moved my two fingers in and out quickly. She moaned and took deep breaths as I kissed her neck and chest as she moved up and down slightly. I wanted to get her close to cumming, so I quickened the pace at which I moved my fingers in and out of.