It’s like we just walked into the picture of it.”She aimed and adjusted one of the multiple showerheads to a steady rainshower with more intense s...rays coming from two other showerheads. We began a playful three-way shower, with thick, foamy suds and soft sponges. We had Melody very excited and she climbed into my arms as I impaled her on my rock-hard cock. She was bouncing, gasping and giggling, “Hey Greg, why don’t you soap up your pleasure probe and clean my ass with it?”Greg was grinning. And I could still boff the campers with her blessing.I blasted off inside her. It was so unexpected, it caught both of us by surprise. I had only been hard for an hour or so. She stretched her body out on top of mine and lay down with her head next to mine. I could feel her stiff nipples grinding into my pectoral muscles as she snuggled in like a soft cat. She didn’t let me out of her tight pussy, though, and kept up a constant squeezing and milking action.“The thought of all that underage. I stood still, waiting to see what he would do. He leaned forward, giving me a tight hug."I'm so glad I decided to do this. I had a wonderful time tonight," he said against my ear. His breath was warm and I could feel my reaction to it clear to my toes. He stepped back after a minute, but his hands were still at my waist, just under my breasts. So close to my aching nipples that it took all my discipline not to grab his hands and bring them up to cup my breasts.I smiled and breathed a little. This was all about Virginia versus Maine, and he was not going to miss out.It was at the college that his appetite for submissive girls took hold. Acting like the elder characters from the recently published novel about Tom Brown, he and his friends would frequent the backwater places of ill-repute, and pay handsomely for the female trash that plied their trade there to be tied and beaten. His appetite for this was voracious … but since the war he had not had the opportunity, until now that is!.