Uh... Sandra Robinson, that is! Did you... uh... did you want to speak with Lucy?" A cold chill ran down her naked spine."Damnit! Put Lucy on," the an...gry voice replied, "and hurry it up, will you?"Sandy carefully laid the telephone receiver down on the table and walked back toward the bathroom. She wondered who the angry man was. The voice sounded vaguely familiar, but she could not for the life of her think who it might be. She wanted to believe that it was just Ed or Jimmy playing a joke on. The two young men slowly made their way to the crest of the hill, took off their Stetson's and carefully looked over the top. There below them was a camp with about 20 men sitting around two or three smoky campfires. The men had a rough appearance; unshaven and dirty looking. Some were wearing the butter nut brown trousers of the Confederacy and others wore gray pants with the yellow stripe of the Confederate cavalry.Josh didn't think that these men were a detachment of Confederate soldiers or. As he looked his new prize up and down, he flopped his big chunky cock out between a gap in his utility belt and began working it back to a full erection. She couldn’t help but be turned on as she watched his manly hand slowly beat off his meat. She just had to slip her hand down the front of her soaking knickers and play with her aching rosebud. Anna’s fingers traced the shape of her bald mound, running them slowly over its little puckered lips. It was such a naughty sensation masturbating. Looking back into the eyes of the other girl, but speaking out loud for the benefit of the guys, I began, "That feels so good. Fuck! Use me like the slut I am!"Rob, for his part, quickened the pace. He was so much bigger than me, and so much stronger, that a couple of times as his thick cock slammed into my now tightly-stretched pussy, my back end was literally lifted up off the bed for a moment. Noticing this, Rob gripped my hips with his massive hands and held me in place as he continued.