He squeezed the soft flesh around her shoulder blade."I want you to thrash me," she whispered, hardly knowing what she was saying."Thrash you? Who's g...ing to thrash you?" asked Shawn, climbing up off the rubberdoll."Take off your bra, girl," boomed John."And why on earth have you got your panties on?" asked Jill, coming to her feet.Kyla felt them closing in on her. A few feet away was Jodi stropping away on herfalse cock like it was a real one. Behind her was John tugging at the hooks of. She had a fabulous body and the shapeliest biggest set of tits on a woman I,d known at the time of my young life. I delighted in her body, worshipped her and must have filled her with gallons of fresh semen, more of which she swallowed after treating me to a fabulous blow job. At first Imwss over the moon at how much Carole loved to suck and fuck and that she made the aggressive moods literally fucking me at times bouncing up and down on my stiff prick. The problem was she was draining my. If she was too busy with her many interests, he speculated that there were some fairly decent new females at the gentleman's club that would be more than satisfying in a recreational way providing they didn't get too rambunctious what with his bad leg and all.He met Blackie inside the saloon and bought him a drink knowing he was like a bottomless pit when it came to whiskey. He liked having him at his side in a gunfight because he was about as accurate a gun that he had ever seen and in some. I’ve attended rich white schools my entire life. I didn’t know jack about my African roots. The only black people I socialized with were rich black brats from backgrounds similar to mine. I found myself in awe of these strong and authentic people. They were so real, yet so unassuming. These living vestiges of the African motherland. A place I’ve never seen. One I’ve only heard described in books, television and movies. And always from a white person’s viewpoint. Never from the viewpoint of a.