We put down our glasses and renew our game of tonsil tennis.It starts to get hot and heavy. I unbutton his shirt and remove it. He stands up and unbuc...les his belt, I then unbutton his trousers and they fall to the ground. I notice the huge bulge in his boxers. I pull them down and there it was. His glorious cock begging me to suck it. I don’t hesitate. I grab it and thrust it into my mouth. Sucking, licking and gagging on his amazing hard dick.We stand up, I turn around and ask him to help. On the verge of her climax Shabana grabbed my hair holding me tight against her puffed pussy. At the same time I could hear Simran panting with Shabana doing want I was doing, and I knew she was ready to orgasm. I bit Shabana’s clit with just hard enough to force one more orgasm just as Simran came with a scream. Shabana pushed my head away and closed her legs tightly shut. Simran crawled forward and then taking my face in her hands, she licked all of Shabana’s cum off.Simran pulled me up on. I brought in my mail, paid my bills, and put in a load of laundry, including my jeans and coat.I turned on my computer, checking my email - still no job offers. Stupid economy. Though with all this blacking out, I couldn't really afford to be working anyway. I decided to spend a bit of time researching coins. My modern ones were all fine, but the minute someone realised they weren't really silver or copper we would be in trouble, and I didn't want to draw any attention to ourselves with strange. I had a shoulder harness that held four magazines under each arm. I thought of bringing the shotgun to but decided not to because of the weight. My combat vest was new and held six magazines for the new carbine I had been given.I also had two on my belt in front of my right hip and two more in front of the left. I had two jungle knives, one on my left thigh and one hanging down from my left shoulder. I had extra ammo in my pack with a few changes of socks and my rain jacket and poncho. I kissed.