I was standing behind a tree, pissing through my semi, when I noticed something bright red about 50 yards or so deeper into the wood. I went a bit clo...er and realised it was a lad in a footy top. He had one hand leaning against a tree and the other was pumping away at his dick. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. He was wearing 3/4 length trackies that were pulled down to just below his smooth hairless arse cheeks. I was determined to have a closer look, so I carefully crept round behind the. The clothes slowed me down more than the guards. The diaries had notes about the importance of blending in with the local culture and the lethal consequences if this went wrong.It took us almost a week to get everything together. Andrea found costumes from an amateur theater group and some friends that were re-enactors. Bert collected the camping gear, Ernie got the food, and Sue brought two pistols. During the week I scouted around for a likely place to break in to Victory Station.Breaking in. Narcisa continues to rub her fingers along the pussy, until she can feel a thick wetness. Then the redhead inserts the two fingers into the honeypot, sinking them in as deep as they will go. Donna instantly starts to lift her hips to meet the other’s thrusts. She opens her legs a little more to allow Narcisa’s fingers deeper into her folds.Narcisa finger fucks the blonde until her body stiffens and the hot insides of her pussy start to tighten around her digits. She removes her mouth from the. “It,s Marias, she,s brought the bitches” Davie boy, considered Scotty,s lieutenant told me. I somehow assumed it would just be us guys but just shrugged and picked up one of the crates of booze that we had brought and started following the others into the barn.I entered and looked round, it was a typical barn I suppose. Straw bales littered about and some empty stalls down one end for livestock. Otherwise it was empty except for Maria and the bitches who were already inside. I stopped in my.