It was fun watching the meat ripple with each slap. Of courseshe was crying and screaming. I don’t know why? This was nothing yet.Her MILF meat g...t pretty red with all the slapping. The boys were kinda competing who could make the loudest slap. I have to admit the whole thing was pretty surreal.Slapping those chunky thighs, hearing the slap, watching the jiggle, good fun for all.I decided to let Tom go first. He was the youngest and had never had any yet.I guess some blow jobs from some. They demanded to be let go at once since they were southerners and knew we were as much rebels as they were even though they had been traveling on a Yankee ship. They could not believe we would take advantage of their situation. One even used the word “chivalry.” I choked back a laugh as I scratched my balls, deciding what order I would take them in and thinking about positions and restraints.I ignored their entreaties and introduced Buck as my first mate and gave him his choice. He licked his. I fiddled with the GPS a little and discovered that I was about ten miles from the pick up zone. I checked the clock, 12:54, I had six minutes to cover ten miles. No problem. I moved the stick into first and tore off across the desert. By the time I hit fourth gear I was pushing 125. I love this car. Three minutes and five miles. I spotted the plane easily. We are out in the middle of a pitch black desert and the plane was lit up like a baseball field. I could see them and they couldn’t see. " Then he opened a drawer and pulled out two wireless remote controlled vibrators. He inserted one all the way into my pussy and the other deep into Angel's. Now he sat on the bed and started working the 'wireless' remote controls. I felt a vibrating buzz sensation and a mild electric shock at the same time. Angel must have been feeling something similar because she moaned and stiffened up slightly.The beer was gone now and Mark said, "Stop licking the bowl sluts." We both replied, "Yes Sir".