S. Grant wuz the Republican Party nominee for president, and one of his campaign aims was ta protect niggers from Southern White persecution. Consider...n' what the Democrats had ta offer, I planned ta support Grant.The problem wuz that the Ku Klux Klan wuz alive an' well in Missouri an' tryin' ta keep Grant from bein' elected. Since nearly all nigger men could vote and not all of the White male population could, yet, the KKK wuz tryin' ta intimidate the niggers ta keep them from votin' fer. She wondered what he would think, if he would grow excited, himself. Her pussy was spread open to his view, open to anything that he might wish to do.Doc Horn placed his hands around the pink lips of her cunt, pulling them wide open. Annette felt his hands on her cunt, her sensitive cunt lips sending delicious sensations to her brain. She could feel the wetness and knew that it was quite evident to the good doctor that she was excited. She could see his head hovering close above her moist pink. The rest of the trip passed with small talk and when I dropped Naomi off at her door, there was Amy again, this time wondering why it wasn't Chris dropping Naomi off."Dammit! That bitch doesn't know when to butt out." I silently screamed in my mind.I couldn't hold it back any longer, so I put Amy in her place, saying, "Chris's car wasn't ready, so I lent mine to them for the weekend. And since Chris knows Naomi and I are an item, he drove back to OUR place, where he disembarked and let me take. Goofy as Myrick was, he didn’t miss my constant glances at his knob. A naughty visual interplay had also begun to develop between us. Throwing caution to the wind, I finally couldn’t resist before pointing at his crotch and asking, “What the hell are you smuggling in there?”With a laugh, he said, “‘Myrick the Mule,’ that’s what they called me at school. I was always ribbed about my large prick.”“How big is that damn thing?” I asked, happy that my cheekiness had not caused offense.“Well, why.