“If this is the life that my parents lived, I have even more respect for them,” he thought.It was nearing mid-day when he finally came upon a smal... farming community. He was pleased to see that they did have a trading post and it was open. As he walked through the small village square and market, he noted that the weather had caused most of the shopkeepers and vendors to not open. At the wooden steps of the trading post, he saw a boot scraper on each side of the steps. He used the one on his. One look at her, it was easy to tell she had been d**gged heavily - she had a wild hungry look, one that I have never seen before, but her eyes were only looking at my cock. She moved slowly, cat like towards me, finally jumping up on me, her legs straddling me, just as my cock plunged balls deep inside her. Her weight, the suddenness of her movement, toppled me back onto the furs. Before I landed, she was riding me up and down, much faster then anything I have ever experienced, much like a dog. This was definitely not Joe's first rodeo. Eli was moaning and thrusting upward into Joe's mouth when both of their eyes met. There was a buzzing sound coming from Ellen's sleeping bag. Joe continued then what he was doing. Working hard to get Eli off. Eli let go the very moment Ellen's orgasm began. By the time Eli’s ejaculations had stopped, Joe had been well rewarded for his efforts.Eli and Joe spent the next morning fishing, bringing home several small mouth bass. Joe was cleaning the fish. " Ray turned toward the black man that had let them in, leaned over and whispered in his ear then turned to Scott and said, "let's get out of here and leave them alone. It's going to be a long night."As Scott looked back at the bed, the third black man had joined the group. Scott knew that there was only one available hole for the third black man.After they entered the elevator and the doors closed behind them, Ray said, "I know you have to catch an early flight in the morning. Nevertheless,.