Lothar was there, he wasn’t alone. He was fucking. The girl was screaming, screaming for him to stop. He cock pounded her arse, causing her flesh to...ripple. She was swathed in sweat. Another girl took two steps towards me, then collapsed on the floor. They were blondes, both with short hair, like mine. And like mine there tits were big. The screaming continued. I continued towards them. They weren’t alone, three others were there, sitting on stools at the bar. It didn’t shock me, none of it. I. The B in the "Bar" flickered irregularly. She felt a nervousness tickle in the pit of the stomach, mixed with a sense of excitement. She was in deep water and once she stepped through the door, there was no way back. And so she entered. The bar was dark and the air thick with smoke. A jukebox played an old tune in a corner. A few men sat on bar stools, while others sat alone or in small groups around the tables or booths along the walls. Behind the counter was a muscular man in a dirty, worn. Hot thick syrup literally poured down her throat, and she gulped for more.“Gggummmppff!”“Oh fucking yes, that’s it! That’s — aaaahhhh!”Suddenly it was all too much for Susie as well. The sensation of having that sweet, eager tongue drilling up her cunt hole, the feel of orgasm building in her like a lit fuse, the sight of her slick finger gouged between Pam’s puffy brown-fuzzed pussy lips, all had their effect.Whatever else she was, Susie was not a girl to pass up new experiences — especially. The track can be a bit risky when cross dressed but the worst is usually a few strange looks.As I climbed up the track leaving the beach I noticed a young guy out of the corner of my eye who looked to be following along the track but thought no more of it.When I arrived at the hidden clearing in the bush there was no one there which was somewhat disappointing as it is a decent walk. I thought best to at least wait to see if someone turns up as it is sometimes quite busy. I laid out my towel and.