T's hand was slowly wamking his hard and beautiful cock and he was enjoying it if his breathing was anything to go by. His hand wrapped around his har... t##$@%e cock, the skin of his cock was sliding up and down under the movement of his hand.The beautiful helmet disappeared then reappeared as the hand moved down. I don't know why I did it but I slowly and quietly walked into the shed,carefully so as not to disturb T. I got really close to T. he was lost in his own world,his cock,his hard cock. Hey, bro." ...Hey, sis." ...." ..." ...are we gonna keep saying hey or are we gonna talk?" she finally says, looking you dead in the eye and squezzing her arms around your midriff a little tighter."Oh. Uh... Yes? Talk, I mean. Let's talk... ?"She continues to stare at you, but her expression softens. Her eyes are locked with yours. looking down into them, you feel almost like you could fall in at any moment."Look, John... You... we... I mean, you shouldn't have done that." She finally settles. "Thomas' father like to split a gut when he found out that Thomas, Junior had a girlfriend that daddy hadn't picked out personally. He tried everything imaginable to break us up, which made us all the more determined to make it work."Thomas proposed to me in the back seat of Cousin Carolyn's Buick, on a Friday night, after a home football game. I got so excited about that little diamond sliding onto my finger, that I let Thomas slide my panties off my hips and make me pregnant, right there. I. He remembers the plantation owner begging for his life. "Please don't kill me! I'll do anything!" Oh yes he would. Kunta didn't kill him. He could have, but death would have been too good. Better to let a dog realize he is a dog and live as a dog while he watches everything he loves taken away. Being an isolated island off the coast of Georgia , no one on the mainland knew the slaves had taken over. And there were enough supplies on hand to make it for a long time. Kunta was a natural.