He picked up my stuff and followed me to the car. I enjoyed swaying my hips before him, knowing this guy was staring at my firm butt. We did not speak...a word. He put the stuff in the trunk and I thanked him. The black guy turned and walked away; but I stood there, only to have a last look at his tight butt while he went away…As soon as I started the engine, my hand went down between my thighs. The mini skirt was rolled up, while I began touching myself.I could not believe how wet I was. I could. I gently parted her butt cheeks and gazed at the damage. Fat, puffy cunt lips, angry red, gorged with blood, her entire crotch and half her thighs slick with stickiness, hickeys and bruises all over her from belly button to her knees, and, inevitably, a red, raw anus.I’d been hard for two days waiting for this moment, and after the constant fucking she’d had for that time, I reckon I was owed some relief. I pulled the butt plug from her cunt – which was so stretched the plug sort of fell out. The upside of fighting the Klan, of course, was that these guys were too fucking stupid to remove their hoods yet. We could all see the hooded sons of bitches coming every single time.Even so, they were some dogged fighters, unyielding and eager to attack rather than defend constantly. This enemy didn’t retreat, but cost him more and more manpower by the day, even by the hour. He was the most aggressive foe yet, filled with hate and malice, it was clear to me, but it was also a fatal blunder to. "Hey!" Reggie exclaimed. "I just remembered. My uncle's farm is just over the rise. Why don't I go over and get us some cold drinks." Good idea Reg," Jughead said."Yes, Reggie," Betty agreed. "That sounds like a great idea."Cricket suspected that Reggie had other things that he wanted to bring back with him. So it was up to her to set things up for when he would return.Reggie got up and started walking towards his uncle's farm. He figured that it would take about twenty-five minutes for him to.