"Gerald turned to walk out the door of his brother's house. "I'll meet you there. I'm taking my car. I might get lucky tonight."Hale chuckled as he wa...ked toward his bedroom, knowing his brother's luck. Gerald said he usually found a woman to take home halfway into the night of the dance. He occasionally made it all the way inside her house. A few of those times, he bragged, he spent the night in her bed.Hale was a few minutes behind his brother as he walked into the community room of one of. But then a look of determination replaced the sorrow in her features. “Richard, we must keep little Sally! She shared her mother’s milk with our son. I cannot leave her to the mercy of some orphanage here. We must at least bring her back to England.”Richard nodded. He had expected nothing less from his wife. An orphan herself, she had to sympathise with the infant.“Of course, Ellen. She can stay with us,” he answered with an encouraging smile.“Thank you, Dear,” Ellen answered letting out the. He didn't really want a black woman, but he placed a low bid to see what would happen. He bid $1000 on her, and she sold for $15000.The next female to come up was a blonde women with tattoos all over her arms--a definite gangster girl type. Well, that's to be expected. She was reasonably attractive otherwise, so he bid $16000. And he won her!He wend over to the cashier and paid for his purchase, and a fellow approached him fiddling with some kind of video game controller. The girl followed. We were fucking like dogs right now. She wrapped her legs around my back and pulled me even closer to her. I never stopped fucking her.She pulled me even harder with her legs. I lost my balance and fell over her. While my dick still was inside her pussy, we rearranged our self on the sofa. She was now lying on her back, and I was over her missionary. Her legs were pointing right up to the ceiling.My body went closer to her body while my hips were pounding her pussy. My lips found her neck. I.