..my cock was as hard as a rock now, slapping my stomach. I tried to turn away, hiding my embarrassment.Unfortunately. She noticed my predicament and ...iggled as she stared at my cock. Fuck, I blew it!To my surprise she motioned for me to join her, curling her finger toward her as she stared. I stood, wrapping my blanket around me to cover my raging erection and moved toward her."You seem to be having a hell of a time with that thing. Would you care to join me and talk about it?" she asked as I. She opened up to me and I slowly slide my cock into her. I could feel her stretching to accommodate the girth of my cock. Her ass was so hot and wet that soon I was fully in her up to my balls. Looking at her, I could see her beautiful eyes filled with joy. Slowly at first, I stroked my length in and out of her. Each stroke massaging every inch of her tight confines. My cock pulsed and throbbed. Soon I felt myself close to cumming. Kathy took her hand and rubbed her clit. I could feel her. As I’d said, over and over, acquiescence wasn’t consent. But how could I get what amounted to ‘positive’ consent in a situation like this. I had no idea.“Peer pressure is a pretty strong thing,” I said. “I’d be concerned about consent and coercion.”“You mean your thing about just going along with something as opposed to actually saying that you want to do it?”“Yes. And I’m not sure how to obtain what I would call ‘positive consent’ in a situation like this. I’d be worried that one of the girls. The dried bones of young men once free to dream now littered fields like stones causally tossed aside by spoiled children. Farms that had produced the lifeblood of generations lay fallow and deserted, centuries-old markets and town-squares had fallen in a battered series of petulant cries. Roads – even if they were little more than cart-paths – disappeared under crimson washes of blood-soaked mud, bridges meant to hold perhaps an ox and a heavily loaded wagon lay broken under the weight of main.