.. you’ll see soon enough.”We all walked into the woods down a little track with King bounding away in front, his cock was still sticking out but ...ot as erect as when Sue was playing with him. It sure looked like the dog knew exactly where to go... We had only gone about 200 yards when we came upon, I assumed the old farmhouse. It was totally derelict and obviously not been lived in for many years but I could see, there were people inside and the door was open.Victor called King and attached. Daddy and son hadn’t noticed a local farm boy watching them till daddy looked around and saw him by the abandoned farm house, daddy signaled to the farm boy to come over noticing the boy had a massive bulge in his overalls. Hey son did you like what you saw, I think you did looking at how big your cock looks do you want my boy’s pussy he wont mind. The farm boy nodded his approval and dropped his overalls, so Marack could suck on the new cock. The farm boy pulled away and rammed his cock into. Caesar pulled him in close to him as Zeb tied his arms to the legs of the bench. Now not being able to move Caesar started to fuck him real hard. Zeb started to use his mouth. The palce started to get noisy. Just then 11 more big muscular guys walked in, seeing what was happening they cheered and moved in to join. The rugby team had landed. In the 11 guys was Daniel Marvin, Pedro Andreas, Sonny Markham, Marco Rossi, Matthew Rush, Francois Sagat, Carlo Masi, Erik Rhodes, Mark Dalton, Mitchell. The Drover was my kind of place: country western music, pretty girls to ogle because that’s all I could afford to do, and real cold beer to drink which I could afford.The bartender’s name was Angel. She was a big girl with lots of personality and some skill handling the riff-raff that pretty much described most of the current patrons. Hell, an ex-con like me was upper middle class here.“Been out long, Mister?” said a middle age gal with more tattoos than the guys back in the joint. And no, I.