"Hey, Tim. What's up?" Hey, man! Where the hell've you?," a flicker of emotion raced acrossTim's eyes, and then he stood there staring at Mark for a...moment.Then, his eyes creased in a frown. "What the hell'd you do to youreyebrows, Mark? And earrings? Dude?"Mark swallowed. "I was sick," he muttered weakly while fighting theurge to conceal the pair hole in each earlobe. "The eyebrows... theygot burned in an accident."Tim seemed to consider this for a moment, but then his eyes filledwith. She said while I wait maybe I can just suck your cock. She got down on her knees and began sucking my cock while I grabbed her head and fucked her mouth she reached her hands around and began grabbing my ass and then begins sliding her tongue up and down my shaft and sucking my balls and while she stroked my cock and suck my balls she began sliding her fingers in my ass and said you like that don't you and I told her yes she then bent me over and buried her face in my ass and began licking my. "And, although I've not found fame and fortune yet, I'll do as I'm bid."He rode for many miles along the track straying to neither right nor left and, at last, he came upon a clearing in the middle of the forest. In the middle of the clearing stood a fountain, just as the woman had foretold. There was no water in the fountain but in the middle was a statue of the most beautiful young girl he had ever seen. It looked so life-like that he half-expected it to speak. The maiden had a large ewer. “Collard and mustard greens in pot liquor ... grits ... mac and cheese ... skillet bread. It all looks wonderful, Phyllis.”“The boy knows his soul food,” Oscar remarked.Jason scooped some grits onto his plate and ate a forkful. “Hominy grits,” he remarked. “It’s been a while since I’ve had these.”“How do you know so much about this food?” Phyllis asked.“I grew up eating it. You see, my mom is Black.”“You have a Black mama?” Oscar asked.“Yes, I do.” He removed his phone from his pocket and.