I fall back against a boulder and stared straight ahead, not truly focused on anything. I am surprised at the anger, even rage, welling up inside me. ... wanted to do something, to strike out at that plantation and the owner. Dreng, sometimes very perceptive in his quiet, offered in support, “We could take the five slaves, and kill the guard in the process.” Tupac and Herve are calmer, more thoughtful about the ramifications. “Yes, that would be something. But, to strike and endanger the others. "Phil just hung his head downward, still rubbing his ass and thighs with his hands, and didn't say anything as he moved alongside us. Now the three of us turned our attention back to where mom was just being nicely mounted by a young black man youth of perhaps 17 or so. He wasted little time shoving his thick prick up mom's well used cunt hole, and we all watched breathlessly as mom wrapped her tawny legs around his backside. Her arms then went about his neck, and the boy covered her lips with. . But you have gotten nothing. You have had to resort to masturbating 3-6 times a day, but its not working anymore. Your pussy and panties are soaked and you are tired, but you can't sleep until you get off.Your dad pulls off of the road into a public rest stop. he gets out of the car and goes inside to the restroom, and then comes back out. He tells you he wants to "rest his eyes" for 30 minutes. You decide this is your only chance. You tell him you need some fresh air and you get out. He pulled away from our kiss and looked down at me, he stood up and turned around, pushing me into the mattress, me still clinging at him. He was lying on top of me and pressed down onto my chest, pushing the air out of my lungs, making me gasp slightly. He was propped up a little on his elbows, and was staring down at me with a wide grin, and started kissing me again. He was making a wet trail down onto my neck, biting slightly at it. I was breathing erratically as he took his tongue and.