The next morning Alex woke early to feed the horses. His aunt and uncle’s owned a ranch and raised horses…well they aren’t exactly his aunt and ...ncle. He grew up calling them that since they are his real aunts best friends. He then walked back into the house and hears Grace shouts “What the heck happened?why is there pee all over my stuff?”. Alex smiles to himself before putting on a worried look and runs in along with his aunt. “what happened are you ok?” he asks in a faked. It forces better control of the club, prevents the slice.”I backed away, sweat dripping down my forehead, sure she would turn around and see my erection pressed against my pants, finally reject me as the perv I was. But instead, she took a couple of clean practice swings, put down a ball, and hit it is as perfect as can be. Cooing, “Oh, Ed, that was perfect! I’d never have thought of gripping the driver so tight with my right hand, never had a driver respond so perfectly to my touch!”Fuck me,. I was being skewered and humped like a sissy-whore and I loved him for doing it to me. I wanted nothing more than to pleasure him, to satisfy his carnal wants and to get seeded with his boiling black mans cock broth.....I wished he would cum in me every hour of every day....I wanted to be made his white, faggot, prison bitch and wanted him to trick my faggot pussy to all his hunky, thug prison mates. I wished he'd have me gang ****d....I must remember to ask him. I sobbed brokenly as he fucked. The poor girl had a hard time standing, what was beautiful to see. I could also see a line of sperm drizzling out of her lovable slit, and it was stained with blood."Sit down. You're going to have a drink with me," I said reaching for the crystal bottle over the center table. My cigar still burned in the ashtray."I-I don't drink," she replied softly and inoffensively."Nonsense. Like all the good things in life, you have to get used to it," I said while pouring us some in a glass, sipping from.