Jen sniffed, and wiped her eyes."I am sorry, Tammy, its just so overwhelming. You are all taking it in stride. Tam, I'm scared! She wants us to commit...genocide. That's not something Americans do! That is what World War Two was supposed to stop. I know small wars are happening all around the world, but the human race goes on. She is talking about destroying an entire species. I just can't see us doing that, or being part of it. It's WRONG!"Jen burst into tears, and buried her face into Tammy's. I complied and was naked on the bed with my legs spread and ass hanging out. She took the skinnier dildo, lubed it up a bit and began to circle my hole and then moved it forward. There was a little tinge of pain as it first went in but it was accepted readily and caused a throb in my cock. She began slowly and then, once again started to thrust it in and out faster. Her other hand began to milk my hard cock, causing the foreskin back and forth over the sensitive head, exciting me to no end.. Her father left the island to attend an art school in Italy, met her mother there, and after getting married they moved to the United States. They were both professors at the university just up the road from our hometown. Steph had been visiting the island regularly since she was a little child. First to visit her grandparents, and then to keep to the tradition alive after they passed away. She has been saving money to move to the island someday, but just had not made the leap yet. She was. He stalled a bit, allowing her to adjust to the size and angle of his cock, and then a few slow strokes as they both moaned at the delicious feel of it all. She loved it, that feeling of a hard cock in her, stroking and lighting her forgotten fire. He stayed propped up on his extended arms, no doubt providing her husband a better of view of his cock plundering her. She could vaguely make out the form standing just to one side of Jonathan, but she could not have cared less. Jonathan stepped up.