If I was taking the place of another man, how did I think Ann felt? She hammered this home until I realised that she was right. I took my pleasure wit... the girls and Ann afterwards, with my thinking that I was the greatest thing since sliced bread, servicing all the females without giving a thought to her feelings. The outcome was predicted by us two then having as violent a sexual coming together that I’d ever known. We fought each other and even now I’m not sure who was raping who. I worked. " No! Not that... I won't let you...I won't!" she screamed. Heedless of her tortured pleas, I buried my thick hardened cock to its hairy base in the warm wetness of her vaginal-tunnel, ramming it to the hilt with one jerk of my hips. The soft pink walls rippling aside in waves of delicious ecstasy as my thick shaft fills her young passage completely, spreading her fleshy vaginal lips wide as I ram my cock deep into her belly. " Ooowwww!!" she moans, her sore tender passage on fire as my huge. "Make sure," Dolores said. "Make sure he's dead, Jimmy." "Fuck's sake, doll he's gone," replied Mason, taking the cigarette from her long fingers, taking a drag. "He's dead as Dillinger." "Make sure," she said. "Shoot him in the head." Mason got the thirty-eight, levelled it at my body, shielded his face with his other hand and shot me in the forehead. "Now come over here," ordered Dolores, opening her long legs. "And fuck me again." He did. I should have been dead. I should have been. But I. He did have a noticeable limp.The trip was to take a while with the careful preparation needed by Blacks while traveling by car throughout the American south. Ann Griffin, the family matriarch, had dutifully packed a copious amount of her crispy fried chicken, homemade buttermilk biscuits, recently picked apples, and a sweet potato pie for their roadside lunches. Eustace and Harry planned to share the driving duties so they would not have to stop along the way. It could be difficult, at best,.