We managed to ride close enough today to keep up a conversation. Ted is an interesting guy. He lived on a ranch all of his life, until his parents die... a couple of years ago. Since then he has worked on building a railroad and he trapped one winter in Vermont."How do you feel about free Negroes?" I asked him."Well, I haven't thought about them much at all. I don't believe in slavery, so I guess I believe in them being free. I just haven't ever been around any of them." Well, you're going to. I declined his offer to fill my glass; I didn’t want anything to distract from watching to see how much of this monster cock she would take into her mouth.Slowly Rufus moved back and forth, each time his black cock slipped deeper into her mouth. She coughed as she let the saliva dribble from her mouth down over her chin and I was amazed when she succeeded and most of his black cock was buried in her mouth. Her cheeks deflated as she began to suck hard making obscene slurping sounds.Watching. "Slowly the girl drew the panties back up until they were nearly, but not quite back in place, then gripping the waistband, she jerked them up hard, the narrow band of the gusset went right up between her cunt lips, and she screamed as the cocaine mingled with the glistening wetness around her clitoris.She jerked and dropped to her knees, legs wide apart and a clenched fist ramming the panties up hard into her sex, her head went back as her eyes rolled. Spasm after spasm seemed to run through. 1921. Looks like whoever held Roland’s funeral didn’t have to pay out of pocket.”“Jack,” his boss said. There went the titles. “I’m warning you.”“I got a bunch more here. Looks like one of Roland’s cousins, the one who came to the funeral, suddenly came into a hundred grand. And one of his daughters got a free education. And her grand daughter is currently undergoing leukemia treatment for free. Some sort of strange loophole in the insurance that doesn’t actually exist, but Roland’s family now.