'A good swimming hole for the local kids' he thought. He was sick with worry, but deep down inside he knew he brought the whole thing on himself. And ...could kick himself in the head!They scoured the river banks for any sign of her but there was nothing."Let's go look for the house," and they went back to the wagon. "There's no way of reaching it from here," as they looked at the map. "We'll have to find the road that takes us to the other side of this river." And they traveled down a few. "Get those massive bazookas out, slut, let Herman tit fuck you."Almost without thinking I'm stripping off my top and bouncing my tits around, kneeling right under him and bringing Herman's cock down to rub between my mounds.Herman gets excited and one of the farmhands goes to his head to keep him steady while I work his cock all over my tits.I feel the moisture dripping from my pussy and the urge to take Herman inside me is overwhelming. I hike up my skirt around my waist, turn and bend over,. “OK that's fine with me” he said “as long as you are sure, but I'm not touching anyone else's cock!” “That's great with me “I said how about next Saturday evening?” It was agreed and on the Saturday we had packed the k**s off to grannies place and met him in the pub down the road. It was a little tense to begin with the men never having met, but I found after a couple of drinks to ease the atmosphere and relax everyone, that sorted itself, and it was soon off back to ours. John opened. It would look rather shady, especially in light of the rumors that are already floating around about the two of us."He sighed. "I guess you're right," he said. "Now I know why Paul told me the first night that living in a town full of women was a pain in the ass."At 5:30, just as the unseen sun was nearing the horizon, John Kramer and Bill Blades had one last conference. They, as well as all of their men, were sequestered behind the last group of hills before the open ground along the northern.