Everything about him was huge. He was uncircumcised and the head was hidden beneath the foreskin and it truly looked like a snake hanging there framed...by a scrotum the size of a large g****fruit.I regained my composure and sat up and Derrick sat back in his lounge chair and Kate introduced us to her husband. I guess it would be rude for me to leave out the rest of Derrick. He was easily 6'2" or 6'3" and thin. His tan was perfect as well (like Wilhelm's) and his blonde hair was tussled, a bit. This girl was one of the finest examples of hot I'd ever seen. She was lying on her back in the middle of the room, on a small elevated platform that Mark had installed there a long time ago just for this purpose.Her long legs were spread to the point they hung off opposite sides of the platform, her feet firmly on the floor on either side, her long brown hair spread out in a fan around her head.She kept licking her rubied lips as she watched us with our cocks in hand, circled around her like. The Chainhand leaned over the rig’s railing, looking out past the refinery into the blinding snow, the tinted visor of his snowsuit barely serving to lessen the perpetual glow. It was like staring at the damned sun, didn’t matter how cold it was, the system’s star beat down on the powder to create a glare that would quickly make you snow-blind without protective gear. Granted, it was a damn sight better than working the mines on Hades, but there was no bar and no women. What little free time. “Please, Mick. Make love to me.”“I’ll have sex with you. I’ll fuck you, but right now I can’t make love to you. I don’t know who you are.”Kendi took my softened penis and gently laid it on my stomach. She pulled the sheet back up over me.“I’m sorry. I didn’t know that you were so adamant about abortion.”I sat up in bed and adjusted my pillow behind me.“You still don’t understand, Kendi. This has nothing to do with abortion. Well at least it’s not a major factor.”“What is it about then?”“Kendi!.