I sat there while he fucked me face, I couldn't breath while his dick was in me, and my eyes started to water. He thrust his black cock harder and fas...er, deeper inside my throat, fucking my face as hard as he could, making me choke on it. He slowly slid it out and I started to gag and cough."What's the matter white boy, too big for you?" he asked."No James." Call me sir!" he demanded."Yes sir, I'm sorry." I replied. Then he grabbed my hair and smacked me in the face with his monster cock.. I drove the hearse in and Jeb drove the station wagon. We were all laughing at Ritchie standing outside the gate while Myrna went in the house. I helped Jeb carry all the bags into the house, and he told me that my truck was at his store, as well as two large boxes that had been delivered to him about a week ago by customs. I told him what was in them and his eyes about popped out."Jon, if I deliver them in your truck, will you sell me a few of them?" Jeb, I can sell you the swords, but since. Her muscles were so toned they held the vibrator in without her holding it. This left her hands free. Her titty nipples were treated to some rapid twisting and pinching. There is much pleasure in a little pain. Diane pushed her larges breasts together and up. She lifted her head, and oh, my god, she could reach her nipples. Diane's tongue flicked over one nipple then the other. Meanwhile the vibrator was doing its thing. Her hips were grinding into the bed, in a slow dance.With her pussy so. He could have studied anything he wanted in college, but he took his lifelong fascination with weapons and built it into a very lucrative business. I did the same for him as I did my other kids, and gave him start up money.He was a master gunsmith, with a an almost cult following. He specialized in SWAT team weapons, customizing and tricking out their weapons. He guaranteed their sniper rifles to three hundred fifty yards. You could cover the first three shots with a quarter, the next three.