It was time for my mouth to have the first cock of his life inside, one of them fucked me until i puked some of the piss, they took turns doing it and...when I puked they kept going as they didn't care. I was feeling so degraded.One of them, I didn't know which one at that time, started rubbing his cock with my ass, he put some lube and made his way inside my ass, it was so painful but all the humiliation recibed made me feel grateful. He started fucking me hard he was saying how tight I was that. When they camped near the bank of Spring River for the night, they built a fire and Duncan boiled a pot of coffee. He’d found a bigger pot he could carry in his bedroll. One that made two quarts of coffee at a time.Eli went to his saddle and removed the scabbard he carried his Sharps .50 caliber rifle in. He and Joe affixed it to Joe’s saddle and Eli gave him a box of cartridges.Eli showed him the simple workings of the long, single-shot rifle and the scope. He set up a target about two hundred. I hated it when they made me cum, but I always did and I squeezed my thighs together around my fist."There you are!" Heather giggled and she'd been the one taking my picture.She was always there to take my picture and I glanced at her with a frown and then looked away."Don't be like that, Kara!" she whispered, taking the seat next to mine and sliding it closer. "You did good! You didn't even get caught." Leave me alone," I whispered back."You smell too!" Heather laughed again. "He must have. Jess wasn't in town either, shewas away at a soccer tournament, so she had to call Diane to come pickher up. Diane didn't have a problem with it until she actually got tothe bus station to find her son. When Christine got into the car, Dianethought immediately that someone had mistakenly gotten in the wrong car,but after a second she realized it was her child sitting next to her.She was immediately angry and asked Christine why she was dressed likethat on the late bus. Christine felt no way.