’ Whack, whack, whack went the hoe again on the sack with the lazy Brownie inside until his begging and pleading for mercy showed some slight signs ...f sincerity. Again and again over several hours the cobbler pretended to the be the Brownie Chief and gave poor miserable Rollo a good trashing while instructing him to drink and be lazy no more, and give the villagers better Luck in the future or this beating would pale in comparison to the one he’d get the next time! About Midnight the cobbler. "Oh, I'm just IMing a friend who's in Europe with her parents; you know Jessa, right?"So, Jessa and I talked about this and that while Krissa finished up with her girlfriend in Europe.The three of us talked for maybe a half hour when her mom came up and told me that my mother had called and that I had some chores to do and to come home.Well, that just added to my boredom though I did get the chores finished so then walked back over to Krissa's and knocked on the door. I can't exactly say what. I was tingling down under at the very thought. ?What do you say, Saggy?? ?Do it Sam, if it pleases you.? I thought it would be the tits for sure but he attacked her prominent bellyand forest-like vaginal region instead. I felt a little disappointed at firstbut quickly got to enjoying what was going down. Especially since she was beingput into terrific pain. And she just stood there and took it. I knew she wasin terrific pain because, for a start, he wasn't sparing her anything and everyonce in. She'd shaved herpussy sometime in the week or more since we'd last made love. Herpinkish-brown labia shone with moisture. "Kiss those lips, Sheila. French kiss that mouth, you little slut. Tongue fuck it like you mean it and maybe I'll let you cum." I was repelled by the thought, but knew it was my only way to getgratification, and that resistance would mean real trouble. I made myselflean forward and hesitantly lap at her. "No!" she yelled, grabbing me by my wig and slamming my face.