.. July 1880 was hot and dry in and around Waco. Farmers and ranchers alike were at wit’s end. The Brazos was running low from the lack of rain. The...relentless sun cast its rays over the parched landscape day after day. About the only things out there that were thriving was the buzzards. They were kept busy scavenging the remains of the lesser creatures that succumbed to the heat.“Oh, I wish...” began Dana Malone, “The A/C we had back home was such a blessing.”Now, Dear,” Bob began, “Remember. In case of trouble ... or disaster.I had to duck going through the hatch, Grace had to climb over. The sea cabin isn't very big and we filled it up quickly. Sergeant Ortega, Ensign Hanks, Lieutenant Commander me, Lieutenant Commander sister, the Exec, the Air boss, the Flight-deck boss, the cat boss, the Flight Surgeon, the Captain and Seaman Black. Seaman Black was already there.The Captain said, "Ah ... I know about you two," he nailed us with a gimlet eye. "Trouble comes in threes." He. He would try to lift his pelvis so he could put then full length in her, but she would just push him down everytime he did. It was killing her amlmost as much as it was killing him, she loved the antisipation so much though.As she was having this thought, she found heself being flipped over to the missionary position. It took her aback for a moment but she like James' forcefulness...when he chose to show it. "It's you birthday, I'm jus here to help you enjoy it, James-- Fuck me how you want to. “Bad slave,” Nathalie said and gave Zanyia a quick smack on the rump.The lamia’s pussy clenched down hard on my dick. I groaned at that sweet delight. Then she rose up my shaft, squeezing the entire time. Her pussy sucked at my cock. I groaned at the wondrous feel of her cunt.“That’s better, slave!” Nathalie said, her braided pigtail spilling across her cheek as she smacked the lamia again.“Ride him hard, slave!” Greta added, her pillowy breasts pressing tighter against me as she added her own.