“What if she’s dead?” whined Chaps. “She ain’t moved in a long time Buford.”“She ain’t dead,” grunted Buford. “Least wise she’d ...etter not be. She ain’t worth nuthin’ dead. Plus I aim to get me a piece of that pussy. I’m tired of fucking sheep.”“That ain’t right Buford,” said Chaps, his dim mind settling on sheep ... and what Buford sometimes did to sheep ... and forgetting the girl. “You shouldn’t ought to be doin’ that anyways.”“You shut up. If you want to live with blue balls, fine.But I’m a. So after she got away from my room i got after her and in the kichen:"you know,i really want you and i have to tell you something about you son...you know that he gave me many times blowjobs and handjobs?" what?wach your mouth.my son to do such a thing..."she was not just surprised but angry:"you don't belive me,let's make a test and if i win you will do what i want and if you win i will not speak about this ever again" what test?" well i will prove that he is doing such things..i will not. ..GOD! Your....cock...is...s-sooo...f-fucking BIG! I...can feel it in my stomach!" He halted, balls-deep, when he heard this. Grabbing her hips tightly, he ground against her once more, flexing his cock around within her guts, sending the engorged head of that giant thing somewhere near belly-button depth. "It's in your stomach huh?", he said. "Take it then, white girl. Feel that big, nigger dick up inside you!" (His words, not mine.) As he remained there completely impaled within her, he. I told my children I loved them then spoke to my husband privately for a couple of minutes before getting a shower and going to bed.I awoke early as was my rote and called for breakfast; two eggs over easy, two sausages, two rashers of bacon, cottage fries, wheat toast and marmalade, coffee and juice. I was finishing when the phone beeped and it was the front desk informing me that a Mr. Brown was here to collect me. "I'll be right down," I said. I grabbed my bag and took the lift to the lobby.