Another boy had started fucking Becky again then too.This continued continously while we panned our sands out. 1 guy after the otherfucking the girls ...or another hour or so. By this time each girl had alreadybeen fucked 55 to 60 times today & they still had the night to go.We finally went back to camp about 7:45 to start dinner. Carl & me had decidedtonight was going to be macaroni & cheese & more polish sausages. but 1st I hadthe girls bend over when we got there to take their butt plugs out. I am not sure if he meant to or not, but his grip felt like it was crushing every bone in my hand.Mrs. Johnson was a light skinned woman. She was very pretty, and I imagined that in her day, she had been a knockout. She was dressed in a business, pants suit. She wore blue pants, a matching blue jacket, and a white blouse made out of some type of sheer material. What I noticed was her feet. Her toe nails were painted a light pink color. Her fingernails were the same color. Mrs. Benson nor either. After he had the story he had a question."What shall we do Jack? I don't see a need to be friendly. They are not hunting and are obviously headed this way in hopes of finding Juko and his people. What else could they be doing?" I agree, but I'm wondering exactly what to do. I have enough mates already. I know these men need to be killed, but I do not need their mates. Still, I don't want women to suffer because their mates are stupid enough to get themselves killed for nothing. The men are. One thing I have to admit is that cock watching in the shower room showed me flaccid cocks, not hard ones. That could make a big difference. As for me, I was a little longer than the norm but definitely had a fatter cock. I'm not bragging but I am proud of my dick. I've been with a lot of women of different races and they've told me I was big. Just seeing a long black cock seems to make a lot of women's adrenalin flow.When I dated women I preferred the white ones. I knew a fuck was coming.