Five-Cent mumbled something that sounded to Maggie like agreement. She then grilled him about his name. Yes, he hadn't been born LuckyFive-Cent; it w...s a street name. Pressed, he admitted that he'd beennamed Lars Swenson at birth, but to survive life in the ghetto he'dchanged his name - along with the way he talked and acted - so that hewould fit in, despite being a scrawny-ass white boy who couldn't jump.Maggie was horrified to think that Lars, er ... Lucky Five-Cent, hadgrown up always. A fourth one was there as well, at least parts of it and quite obviously inoperable.The fans did little to really ease the heat, but the shade provided by the wagons canopy felt really good. The entire contraption croaked and creaked as it started lumbering the other way.Through the veiled curtains on the windows I watched the sad, gut wrenching train of Union citizens, prodded and whipped. Most however seemed to have lost all hope and complied with the brutal and inhumane treatment. If there. Dad said what he thought was funny was when the school called him he knew where I would be and what id be doing,and now he was going to get to punish me for lying to the school,,skipping school,,and best yet for going into my sisters room without permission and last for dressing up in her clothes.He said he did think that I really looked cute dressed up as a girl and since I couldnt stay out of Beckys room or stop wearring her clothes maybe I should get to do it all the time.When I didnt. I pumped rapidly, and Dellanira screamed in ecstasy. I pulled her hair and gave her every inch of my dick from behind. Dellanira’s cries were getting more frantic. Seconds later, she climaxed and I pulled the condom off and ejaculated on her lower back. It was the most intense orgasm I had, as my dick spurted jet after jet of semen. I felt not only light-headed, but also great! Sex with Dellanira was exactly how I imagined it would be. Dellanira gazed up at me with a satisfied look and tongued.