No pretenses. Just slammed it deep into my hole. His hips slapped against my ass.“Fuck,” I yelped, lurching forward from the force of his thrust...and the pain in my ass.“Whoa, dude, whoa,” he whispered. “I’m gonna fuck this ass just like I fucked that skull.”He moved both hands to my waist, grasped firmly, and pushed down. With my ass fully accessible, he began to stroke in and out. He would use only about half of his cock for a few strokes, then slam into me as deep as he could go.I. Amanda had a bowl of water and was wiping him down with a washcloth."Is there anything I can do to help?" Oh, that would be wonderful. He needs his bandage changed. Just take off the old one, clean the wound, and put some of this on it before you put on a new bandage." She pointed to a jar with some yellowish paste in it."I can do that." Good. That will give me time to get started on breakfast while Susan finishes her chores."I lifted Oscar's head and unraveled the bandage that was wrapped. I was able to walk use the miserable walker to get into the Walmart store, then use their scooter to get around. Walmart was a blessing during that time in my life. I was able to purchase the essentials of life all on my on. It was redneck courage at it’s best. One day I filled the Accent’s trunk with 12 packs of toilet paper. When I say fill, I’m talking a dozen 12 packs at a time. I managed to buy 6 jars of strawberry jelly on the same trip along with ten small jars of peanut butter. Those I. "Marcy did not have far to walk. The Williams' house was only a few doors down the street.Marcy had liked Coleen from the moment she and Kirk moved in. Somewhat older, Coleen had been a valuable friend and advisor to the young, inexperienced housewife. Her easy manner and sense of humor had, on many occasions, made the difference in getting Marcy through a particularly exasperating day and she now considered the attractive Black as much a second mother as friend.Coleen's husband Jamal was.