Johnson and tell him who we were. Mr. Johnson was unable to respond. Nor could he move his legs or his arms or his neck. He slumped limply in his whee...chair, wearing striped pajamas and a brown bathrobe, his eyes ogling blindly ahead, a thin drool forever flowing down one side of his slack, expressionless face. Mr. Johnson had been blown almost to pieces on Taiwan. Even at my age I realized without being told that the man would never move or talk or lift a spoon of soup to his face.Martha Jane. "Beware of Belinda the Black. She favors not the cock, but she relishes the lash. It's as if she views it as her own personal duty to punish every man and boy she can get her hands on for the profligration of 'barely legal' bare eager beavers. Simply put, she ruins men. I had a good friend, my own sweet Dominick. Dominick was a maestro of deep dicking, so I nominated him for membership. One session with Black Belinda and he was broken, only able to erect and cum from hours of rigorous pegging.. The tightening of her backside made Daniel cum, in turn, which always pushed her over the edge, too.Her almost-husband had hoped this wouldn’t happen during the ceremony, especially not which such unfortunate timing but it’s not as if he could get angry at the love of his life finally breathing. Both sides of the church had to listen to a girl that some had watched grow-up squirm in pleasure, locked between two men. Now both tits were out, and the dress was just bunched-up white fabric on her. She was provocatively dressed in high heels, fish net stockings which went to her upper thighs, just below a minuscule skirt which barely concealed scanty thong panties that narrowly covered her cunt. Her short sleeved upper garment was cut so low that the nipples of her tits were plainly visible just above it’s frilly top. Her ensemble was completed with a slender little riding crop which she nonchalantly held in her left hand as she extended her right one in a smiling, warm welcome. “So.