.. not much more than 10 feet ... okay ... fifteen ... maybe.There used to be a road through that swampy meadow ... I was following the stagecoach whe...l ruts. We were fine. Of course ... the last stagecoach ran in 1880 ... what’s a hundred years?One thing for sure ... I’m going back for the wheel. It isn’t every day a guy finds an abandoned stagecoach wheel. If I hadn’t been so loaded down with fussy passengers ... it was just a little mud.After the conclusion of the skunk episode and I was. Charity whimpered in Kalinda’s arms expecting the worst from her perspective of a confirmed pessimist in unknown circumstances. Kalinda did her best to reserve judgement because the yacht was at least flying the colors of a recognized European country and not some “fly-by-night” banana republic.The small landing boat had a crew of four. They were all Caucasian in appearance and the two passengers were dressed in fashionable clothes suited more for a day at the marina or the beach club than on a. He could not bear it any longer and shoved his cock in my wet pussy. The black guy began fucking me while I stood there in silence, wandering what was going on there.The huge dark cock was shoved deep all the way into my horny cunt.He began thrusting in and out of my now soaking pussy; pulling and pushing me as he fucked me. My whole body moved back and forth against the wall.I heard him begin to moan, deep sounds escaping his throat. I turned my face and he kissed my lips, while he was still. He had no clue what he was drinking so he watched the girls drink first. Eventually he chimed in and began drinking with them. After about 30 minutes, they asked him if he would like to star in a movie. He laughed and kept drinking. They weren’t laughing and became serious. Troy reassured them he was not an actor by any sense of the imagination. He eventually said, “What would I have to do”? All of a sudden Troy fell off his chair and passed out. As Troy started to come to, he quickly realized.