He set the glass on the end table without looking at it. Five long minutes later, he was holding ... and reading ... the last page.Mitch reached for t...e lemonade next to his chair. He took a sip and put it back. Almost carefully, he picked up the sheaf of pages and held them by the sides, tapping them on his knee to straighten them and get them all into a neat pile. He laid them beside the glass of lemonade and looked up at Kris."So, you're going to write this story," he said."I'm just thinking. . I'llmake it worth your while." A sly smile told me what she meant. I thoughtfor a second and made an attempt to stay home."I don't have a costume. The costume shops won't have anything goodleft."She just smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'll take care of everything ifyou say yes."With that her hand slid down and caressed my dick. She embraced me andonce again kissed me with renewed animal passion. Without even thinking aword escaped my lips. "Yes." We headed toward the bedroom only after wehad. She mostly wears a close neck top best option was to let my hands from bottom. Lucky me it was a short top and I immediately put hands inside upto navel “heck” she sounded as my hand reached her navel and started making rounds.I kissed her forehead, she raised her face head looking at me faintly still resting on my shoulder, went close to her lips just few inches away she had closed her eyes could feel the warm and heavy breath. I put my other hand on her thigh and our four lips locked.. John Willington is astonished. He steps onto his balcony overlooking the vast fields of his plantation and sees them. They are walking slowly to the cotton fields with their hoes and plows – making noise. John listens and is outraged to hear their voices hum and sing such soulful songs. Why are they doing that? His slaves sing low but sweet. It mystifies him how they could sing at this hour. The slaves pull out their empty sacks and other tools and begin to work in the field, but they continue.