He was fighting a bad case of writer's block, and knew he was going to be in trouble if he didn't get this novel done soon.Popping one of the chocolat...s in his mouth as the elevator doors opened, he sighed in pleasure and hoped the magical little treats would do the trick. He had no idea why it worked, but chocolate had pushed him through a brain freeze like this many times before.Sitting down at his computer, he had another of the sweet confections, and then maximized his outline to look over. I picked some wild plums that afternoon and enjoyed the change from what I had been eating.The next morning the road was passable so we started out again. As we got closer to Demopolis I saw big flat fields that were growing cotton that was blooming. I always liked seeing the cotton bloom.I rode into the town of Demopolis on a Thursday afternoon. I put op my stock in the livery, and was walking down the street to the local restaurant.I saw a man who was having trouble with a wagon he was. “Oh hell yes. There ya go,” said Craig, letting go of Joe’s hair. Craig took a step back to lubricate his fully engorged dick, now a length of 10 inches and thick as a man’s wrist. “Look at that pretty white ass. Mmmm-hmmmm you got a phatty,” said Craig as he delivered a loud, hard smack on Joe’s mound of flesh. Joe felt Craig’s meaty hands put him into position and his belly press against him. His thick dick spread his hole as it slid in slowly when he felt it pop past the inner sphincter,. I will take them.” Within minutes, he’d paid for the shoes and gone marching out of the door. One very satisfied customer.At five-thirty, I closed the store, locked up, and headed off to catch a bus home. As I was striding along, a car drew up alongside me. The window came down and I saw the bald-headed customer. “Would you like a ride home?” he asked. “It’s the least I can offer to thank you for doing the deal with my shoes.” “That would be terrific, very kind of you,” I said and told him my.