The houses were beautiful, large and well kept, a mixture of colonial, ranch and country style homes. Morgan saw one woman outside wearing a small pink dress. She was kissing a soldier goodbye, her long blonde hair was blocking her face but she looked about AJ's size. "Any chance you're going to stop the truck?" she asked looking to Mills. Mills sighed impatiently, "You just said you wanted to see the Cabins Miss." Hairy Morgan waited for Mills to slow down at a corner before unlocking the door, "You're right. I'm going to go see them. Byeee Ed," she quipped, jumping out of the truck. "Fucking Jesus! Stop!" Mills yelled as she ran, dipping between the large houses. Within moments, she had quickly disappeared from view. She ran back toward the blonde woman, trying to find the house she was in front of. Morgan soon realized they all looked the same up close, there was no way to japanese tell which house it was. Running through identical yards, she heard feminine voices and a few teachers children laughing indoors. She looked into a window behind one house and saw japan a woman in her twenties breast feeding an infant, a young toddler played with Legos at her feet quietly. Morgan paused to look at her feeling envious for some reason. She looked... normal, happy, content. As if there was no Civil War going on at all. Morgan frowned turning from the window, asians she didn't have the luxury of feigning ignorance to actual reality. Not now but maybe one day she could... She shook her head clear and continued running. Going between the houses she knew that the facade had to peel back somewhere. These women were enslaved and fucked by dozens of men, even if it was in a nice house, it's still an awful life. She stopped seeing playsets in the yards and couldn't hear anymore children. She did hear men though; several of them, laughing and talking somewhere nearby. Morgan looked around, listening for them again. A faint scream caught her attention, it was followed by louder voices drowning it out. She moved stealthily through the yards following the sounds until she found the source. Behind one of the larger country houses was a closed off yard. Morgan hopped the wooden fence and saw a small group of soldiers. Some were fully naked while others were half dressed. They were casually taking turns fucking a young, petite brunette. She was trying hopelessly to get away from them but they held her down on her stomach, fucking her against a wooden table. Morgan watched them for a moment, unsure if the two small knives she had tucked in her boots could withstand fighting five soldiers. They were big men and had their rifles close by, she needed to approach this differently. In her training, she learned that sometimes targeting the leader was just as good as killing the entire pack. Morgan took a deep breath before walking toward them, making sure she kept her head high and her hips swaying. She couldn't show an ounce of fear if this was going to work. She raised her mug to her lips, but then made a face; the coffee had turned cold and somewhat bitter. I laughed and prepared to tell her that it was, for the third time, but Hairy suddenly stopped when japan a thought crossed my mind. I couldn't believe it. Amanda’s blue volleyball shorts were discarded in the corner of the large bathroom. He looked at his phone, got up and walked away from the table. I get up and head to the table. She was japanese breathing so heavy, it almost sounded like hyperventilation. I was on the verge of orgasming, when I heard a strange female voice call out from the sidewalk, in front of the house, "Hey! “She was disappointed at first, but convinced me you’d want to do the asians right thing.” But tonight she suddenly felt the urge to play with her flawless pink little pussy and throbbing clit. As he stood his shock faded, and ascertaining that he had landed uninjured, and suddenly aware of his female audience, he protectively placed both hands in front of those wet wobbly bits and paused, watching his watchers, to see what would happen next. But may be he can make up something to mitigate some of his colossal loses. I licked her two more times before moving from between her legs then waited for her to regain her composure. We can clean it up afterward.” “A hot chick is, like, an outsider.” And then he let out a big sigh, "Oh hell, never mind. I got up and moved into the seat next to him and was watching him play with his soft cock. I gently run my nail along the trail from his ass to his balls. I could hear the delightful sounds of Sharon reaching yet another orgasm in the bathroom with John. As my breathing began teachers to become more regular, I decided to get up and look around. The momentum had built up, everything was going well and they were just a step away!!