She gripped his cock, surprised to find it was already nearly hard. It hardened more as Marguerite continued stroking him softly. Within a few seconds... his cock was harder than she had ever felt it. Marguerite spread her legs, rubbing the head of his cock against the soft folds of skin at the entrance to her womb.Marguerite let out a soft moan, surprised at how good it actually felt to rub his hard cock against her womanhood, slowly and carefully. Her womb was growing damp, quickly, and the. Of all the people in the world she had met this Englishman before, he had rescued her and other things. Now he could need rescuing.He was sat on the ground with his back to the tree, his arms pulled back. She saw cable ties binding his wrists to the chains around the wide tree. He was fully restrained. Already it was obvious that he was more than stripped to the waist. His clothes were neatly folded and piled just out of his reach before him, his dignity shielded by nothing more than a hand. Tim says “Well, I’m pretty sure we know how to cure that affliction. We’ll have a contest to see who gives the best blow job. Bob can be the judge.” “Wait, while that sounds fair to me, I happen to know that Mary didn’t have an O either.”, I said. Tim, ever the problem solver said, “Let’s deal with this like adults, in the bed.”How about this, “Let’s make a sandwich”, I said. “Ok”, they said “but who gets to be the peanut butter & jelly and who will be the bread slices.” Tim said, “How about. I found my face pressed into his crotch, his dick rubbing against my cheek, his balls resting against my lips and chin. We twisted and separated quickly, the oil preventing any firm grip.Again and again, we grabbed at each other twisting, turning, grasping at arms and legs. But neither of us could get the advantage. Jake seemed to enjoy jamming his cock into my face and each time he did so, all I could think of was that swollen, cum filled cock so close and I would let my tongue drift down his.