.and I learned to appreciate the little blessings?little as they were?Mother also made Pearson and I sell magazine subscriptions for her church, and i... we were lacking in our sales, she would cane our cocks in the front yard, as our hands were chained together, us back to back, stark naked while Mother whacked one cock and Tammy whacked the other, as we froze in the February weather, quite bitter in Kansas?Cousin Tammy was quite beautiful, though?and later, after I was dressed and my tears. Not everyone knows about Black warriors like General Hannibal Barca or Jean-Jacques Dessalines. They were amazingly strong Black men. To my amazement, Samantha Vaudeville knew about Black heroes like General Hannibal Barca of Carthage and Haiti’s very own Alexandre Petion. She knew her Black history well. This young woman fascinated me. She was so different from most of the women I had met since moving to America. There seems to be an undeclared war between men and women in America. A war of. A whole new thrill went through my lustful young body as my cousin sucked on my tongue, whilst pulling her skirt low on her hips to let it fall in a soft pile about her feet.With a seductive smile, Jane stepped out of the skirt as my eager hands closed on the soft cheeks of her bum and pressed her into my hot body. With a delicate hand, she guided the throbbing prick between her legs, causing my body to stiffen as the head nudged the soft lips of her pussy. I groaned as my body was filled with. "I'm afraid we might. I think it's about time you both took a tour of the ship. Look around see if there is anything I missed if there is try to let me know before you execute them." Both men looked at each other smiling then snapped off a salute making Derrick groan again. "Get the hell out of here I have a hell of a lot more to do. Again both men saluted as they moved toward the door stopping to watch what Derrick was going to do. Derrick continued on to where Greeson was standing with Mara..