Mountain View, Arkansas was about a three hour drive if I pushed it and didn't get stopped by the local gendarmes along the way.My route took me acros... the Mississippi River, swollen out of its banks at that season so that the bridge approaches crossed a mile or so of flooded farmland on the Arkansas side, then north up Interstate 55 to Jonesboro and from there on Depression-era two lane roads halfway across the state to Mountain View. It's not well known outside the region – mostly because. He could see her perfectly shaped tits with large areolas and long, thick nipples jutting out at him. He let his eyes roam further down and saw a little tuft of pubic hair hiding her pussy from his view. Janice broke his spell by saying, “It’s your turn!” Ben wasted no time stripping down to his birthday suit for her. Janice sat back down on the sofa and leaned back, spreading her legs as an invitation to Ben. Ben, being no fool, was quickly kneeling in front of his boss licking her pussy. I choked and moaned, eyes watering, slobbering all over Mac’s dick, which was now in the back of my throat. Marcus had one hand pulling my hair and the other gripping my ass cheek as he thrust against me, our thighs slapping loud enough for the neighbors to hear. Mac put both hands on the sides of my head and face-fucked me.Marcus grabbed my thighs and pulled my knees out from under me so I collapsed onto my stomach, Mac’s cock still far down my throat. His huge cock never left my cunt, and the. More girls hurriedly entered the tub for a quick bath of their own. Our huge tent adjoined the bathing pavilion; a second entrance in each joined the two tents together so we could enter our tent directly from the bath. The comfort and opulence of the tent surprised me, used to little more than a bedroll in my own command tent when I traveled with the men; but then, I’d never been pregnant while I traveled.Margaret allowed no foreplay before insisting on having me inside her. Two of the girls.