Daniel’s focus was squarely on concentrating on staying awake and staying alive — so his gaze was turned in the direction of the window. He’d n...t noticed that he was no longer alone in the farmhouse. ****************** Raleigh, North Carolina— July 1, 1941 Lula stood on the porch trying in vain to suppress her anger. Her efforts were not fruitful. Emitting the white-hot heat of her rage from virtually every pore, she watched silently as the beat-up old ford truck ambled up the driveway,. I stepped out and looked around carefully before nodding and walking towards the vehicle as Amanda pushed Ser Benson out the door. We had a tight schedule since the liner heading to Echo was already loading. We were on the last shuttle up and I knew the watcher was frustrated since there was no other suites available on the liner.We took turns watching Ser Benson during the trip but he did not give us any problems, he almost seemed relieved. We took the first shuttle down and walked to the. No surprise the toilet was busy and I had to wait in line for a free space as there were only 3 urinals. I glanced across while waiting and spotted 2 males urinating up against the wall outside in the rain; the watching males and females were cheering and jeering them.Finally I made it to the toilet and struggled to undo my belt and undo my fly and felt the flush of warm urine flow through my penis and as I finally opened my fly the urine showered the urinal, but not before soaking my dark blue. We danced more and more provocatively, the girls at the front of the stage high-kicking so that their admirers could get a good view of their pussies, glistening with the cunt-juice called up by the lascivious atmosphere. I was completely possessed by the sexiness of the dance, and wanted desperately to be fucked. Suddenly I saw one of the girls jump off the stage right into the arms of a naked man. Others did the same, and of course I was one of them! I targeted a man and leaped on him with a.