Now with just enough light to see, she broke out a sled, and laid out a gangline, and began harnessing dogs to take to school, the regular morning pra...tice for years. It bought her a little more time for training. "Same ones as yesterday?" Josh asked."No," she said. "I'll take Garfield in place of Comet, and Snoopy in place of Donner."With over a hundred dogs passing through their hands in the past five years, even finding names for them had been a struggle. In the past several years, Tiffany. The five-tiered cake stood up. Bets had been taken at what point it would topple. Strangely, no one had wagered that it wouldn't collapse. They would have cleaned up, but it did look precarious, balanced as it was, on slim pedestals, tier upon tier with a bride and groom perched on the smallest cake at the top.Auntie Maud got drunk on the punch and fell off the seat that had been placed under her as she tottered off the dance floor. She had lain on the floor, giggling and showing off her. Her legs spread, and she surrounded him with them. She thrust her cunt vigorously, massaging his crotch until she felt the spirit beginning to flow life into his cock. It hardened inside his pants as she kept her body in action.He fondled her ass excitedly, grinding her ass in his hands. She pushed herself into him, moving her crotch up and down against his cock and balls. She could feel the length of his prick in there. Her tongue fucked into his mouth and her drool merged with his.Her hands. She was ebony, a shade of sweet milk chocolate, single, independent, and the mother of a rambunctious two-year-old. Her voice was sultry and low, with an accent that oozed Southern charm. "Oh Honey, these kids today ain't got no sense. They got nothing on their minds but computer games, sex, and social instant gram." I think you mean Instagram, Emily," Mrs. Sizemore noted."Yeah, well...whatever. They got their brains between their legs, if you ask me." The black woman slid her designer shades.