We had seven drivers and 18 wagons, counting the chuck wagon, and that meant that the four service wagons could be hooked behind freight wagons. That ...ay, by rearranging loads, we could get all of the wounded into wagons. Cookie, obviously, the cook, was very good at treating broken bones and cuts, but he was no surgeon.One man was carrying a bullet in his gut, and there was no way to help him except to fill him with laudanum and wait for him to die. He knew his situation as well as did. It was never officially sanctioned as a topless beach, but the authorities mostly left folks to their own devices.There was a wooded area behind this beach that was really an intricate maze of mangrove, sand, and Australian pine trees. I say it was a maze because the area was "cruised" regularly by gay men, who created secluded paths through regular traffic and build shelters and hideaways with branches and bushes.Karen was a gorgeous, raven haired girl with blue eyes, naturally tanned skin,. My pussy convulsed around Samantha’s futa-cock. My asshole spasmed around the vibrating dildo buried deep in me. The pleasure surged through my body. I ripped my head back from Rosario and howled in mindless rapture.“Cum in her, Samantha!” Rosario groaned. “Do it!”“Yes!” Samantha groaned.Futa-cum fired into my twat. Hot spurts of jizz. I gasped, trembling and shuddering as the bliss shot through me. My head swayed from side to side. Stars burst across my vision. I whimpered and moaned. My. I told her I would come out. My wife couldn’t come because of work and my kids were in school. It would be Mom and me alone. My cock was twitching at the possibilities.The flight was impossible. I tried to sleep, but my thoughts kept playing that bath over and over again. I swear I had a five-hour hard on. The stewardess asked me more than once if I felt all right. She said I was flushed. I was hot, but not in a way she could imagine. When I finally landed and got my bags, Mom was not there to.