Just not done. Damn shame that they see it that way, but they do. It is what it is,” Tara presented her final report, more than a little pleased wit... herself, but worried like hell for Harold Bird.“I have a feeling that the new South will be something that the Klan has cause to fear, and I’m very glad of that. I know that I don’t plan to just use my power for myself, though I will benefit. I want to help bring an end to this madness, if you will,” Damien remarked, with zero sympathy for the. Steve took his huge, erect, cock into his right hand and began to move it up and down along Barbaras wet hairy pussy, teasing her skin folds with his swollen head. Ooh, you like to fuck strangers in your bedroom? Huh? You filthy whore?! Steve said, answer my question! Bitch! He screamed at her with a huge smile on his face. Her blondish hair in disarray around her, she, in a manner mocking anger answered Yesss, I am a fuckin slut and I want to fill your fat cock fill up my fuckin hole. Fuck me. .. share it with somebody. OK? Hey, I appreciate it. Gimme a minute to tell you this one thing and I'll buy you a cuppa coffee.So anyway, pretty soon it's Friday night and it's time to go to this party, that is being held over at the Johnson's or some place, I don't remember. That's not important.What's important is that we get there and all the women disappear into the back of the house. And Mr. Johnson, or whoever he is, he breaks open the bar and he's got EVERYTHING in there. And I mean. Madam keeps telling me how you take care of her and your son.Me: I must take good care of them. It is my responsibility.Tara: All men are not like you.I sensed a little opening for me there. I thought if she had this kind of thoughts for me, I should try my luck to seduce her. I stretched the conversation further.Me: Tara, my wife appreciates your massaging skills very much. Can you give me a head massage?Tara: (a little hesitantly) Ok.She took a bottle of hair oil from the dressing table and.