We were kissing and exploring each other. My hands were rubbing her tits through her blouse. She was getting me incredibly hard rubbing my cock throug... my jeans. I was just starting to unbutton her blouse when once again we got flooded with lights. The van was back! We couldn't believe it! Like last week it just stood there watching. We weren't sure what to do. I asked my wife, "Another show?" She giggled and said, "I dunno, should we?" She then leaned back and gave me a sly look and started to. “Uhhh” we both were moaning loud and then he started rubbing it furiously on my face. I could feel me getting closer to cumming. I grabbed his cock back and kissed his fat juicy penis tip. “Yeah, kiss that dick neph...I want you to make out with that dick.” I did so and loved it. Just as I was tasting his pre cum, he grabbed it back and screamed out REALLY loud. “AHHH!!!” He yelled as his load shot out fast on to my face. It was so much and so warm, it made me start cumming, mine landing on his. “Drop the towel,” he told her.Her whole body was tingling, flushed with warmth. She relaxed her arms and the towel fell to the floor. “Nice. Very nice. Spread your legs, Patricia.” Mr. Johnson placed his hand on her upper thigh, waiting for her to give him easy access to her pussy.Patricia spread her legs more widely. Mr. Johnson's hand slipped between her thighs, his thumb gently teasing her clit. Patricia gasped a little. In spite of her soreness, she could feel moistness accumulating. I let Koch cut their coin purses quickly and make a hasty examination for other portable loot but there was little to be had other than their arms and leather armor, which although valuable, were much too bulky to take with us now. Their coins were not particularly plentiful, suggesting that these were not newly hired mercenaries recently assembled to deal with me, but probably Blackguard soldiers out of uniform. The matchlock was of no particular quality, just common military grade stock, but.