Bring yourpiss-filled cocks to this fucking slut!...I'll empty them for you...Anytime.Anytime at all...Keep pissing!...Keep pissing on your fuck-dog!.....Fill thisbitches belly with piss!....Mmmmm." Cumbag chanted between mouthfuls of hotpiss.It was over too soon for the slut. One of the boys grabbed her hair and draggedher out of the trench. Boys spit on her and kicked her. When they got to theriver, the boys threw Cumbag into the water."Clean yourself up, cunt...Then come to the pavilion." One. My world collapses and expands into her flesh, her brown skin, the smell of her, the presence of her divine cock. I feel it with my fingers, my lips, my tongue, my nose... inhale its odour, sense its warmth, revel in the sickly sweet stench of preum.And when she holds me firmly by the ankles as she stands at the side of the bed, and takes me deeply and roughly with that magnificent cock, I close my eyes and delight in the power of her penetration, stretching my arse muscle, filling my bowel and. Those sort of cocktail parties.It’s the closest thing to the Roman Saturnalia festival. Farm owners end up with the wives or daughters of their workers and their wives with the workers. Rich with poor, workers with land owners.It’s considered very bad manners to reveal your pairings though it’s usually possible to guess by who dances with whom. On very rare occasions, a woman will be completely ignored by whoever won her. That is considered an insult though it’s possible to determine who it is. My father sent me to live with my mother after I he had caught me making out with our the family dog,I was so horny he walked in as I lay on my back on the bed jerking off with my legs in the air and Milly the Schnauzer licking my asshole. How embarrassing, he still looks at me as some kind of freak. My mom lived with a black man named Tony and his two sons who were 15 and 17. It was the first time that I had ever had any real encounters with black people and I was terrified, to think that.