Once I bottomed out, I began moving in and out of her, gradually building speed until our bodies were slapping one another, my balls colliding with...her pussy as I bottomed out, and getting drenched by her hot pussy juices. Given how turned on she obviously was, It didn't take long for my balls to boil, and I tried holding on for as long as I could, but finally the need to seed her overcame my ability to endure any longer, and I released several loads of sperm into her womb. I groaned. You’ve hurt me enough. Please leave me alone.”The president slapped my ass hard. “Shut up, you stupid slut. James, do something useful and find a pair of her used panties in the laundry basket and shove them in her mouth. I hate a whiny whore.”“No! No!” I begged, but it was only a moment before James shoved something in my mouth. He either did it deliberately, or it was an unlikely accident, but the panty’s crotch ended up against my tongue, and I could taste myself.The president yanked my legs. This one black dude asked me was I “Dillon” I replied “ya” and then he asked what was my sweet candy ass doin here in lock up. I just glared at him and said “I got ya candy right here dawg” grabbing my nuts and cockhead, forming an outline in my stripes, and showing off my well hung cock, now about halfway down my thigh. The black dude checked me out for a second, then replied with “pretty fly, for a white guy” I just grinned at him and said thanx for the compliment, now get off me. The dude. “It is beautiful.”“Thank you, Sharon.“Maybe the two of us can make our dresses here at the farm house?“I’ve got all my sewing and tailoring stuff here and it’s organized the way I like it”“I would like working on something like that with Cory.“Would you be all right with that, Bill?”Tuesday afternoon Cory went to tell Brenda and Martin about her plans to move to Manitoba to live with Sharon and Bill at the fishing lodge. Martin liked to fish and had long heard about how good it was in northern.