It was shore different.Ah usually stays hard after shootin so Ah can do it agin raht away. Sarah Jo had another idea. She moved up over me and all of ... sudden my boner was up inside her crotch right near where she pees. Hot damn! That felt even better than her mouth. She started movin up and down and a moanin like with Paw and my brothers. After a while Ah felt the juice a shooting up my pecker and it felt different and better than ever, maybe because it was being gripped so nice. Sarah Jo. He noticed she had taken a bit of care with her makeup, which she normally didn’t wear, her big eyes looked even bigger, and her full, lovely lips were tinted a slightly darker pink. She wore dangling gold earrings, a matching pendant, and pretty gold-colored sandals. Even her feet are beautiful, he thought. ‘You look delicious, Beth,’ he said with open admiration. He couldn’t tell if she was wearing blusher, but her cheeks grew a bit pinker at that. ‘Thank you,’ she said quietly. Her shy. More whistles rang out along with a pretty good round of applause from the appreciative onlookers. I sauntered between each table to ensure that no one missed having a closer look at what they considered were my charms. Some asked if they could touch, which was not allowed. Other asked for my number or where we could meet. To my mind, it was clear that what I had accomplished had been appreciated, and the terrible jeans fiasco melted into my dim memory.Gemma got on equally well if not more so. Jamal was chained like the rest. The wagon was driven by a old white hair slave. He told them to sing as the old master was close behind in his fine carriage. As they sang, he told them was was to happen to them.The old master had bought them for his grandson. His grandson had just bought some land and built a house and he needed some labor to clean the land off and farm it. The white hair woman and man would take care of the house, and crops when harvested. The two young boys, both about ten.