.. she screamed herself hoarse, begging for mercy, until her cries were abruptly stifled. Now she was being smothered, her mouth stuffed with a treacl..., foul-tasting appendage that forced its way down her throat, and...She sat bolt upright, her heart pounding in her chest, her body soaked in sweat. As she gasped for breath, she heard a heavy thumping on the door, and by reflex, she grabbed the vicious-looking duelling pistols from under her pillow, then aimed them at the ornately framed. " The Power of TearsBy Norman O. Johnson and shalimarWhen I wrote "The Evil Witch" I had in mind that "I" would have become pregnant in April of 2001. That would mean that I would give birth in January. The due date was the fifteenth and the actual date of birth of our child would occur on the eleventh. On the night of the tenth I emailed my "husband," Norman Johnson the following: Good morning Norm. It is 5 AM on 011102. Don't moan, roll over and go back to sleep. I'm having contractions.. "Fuck me man, plow mah black ass". Ed slammed his cock in and jerked it out the black ass and lining the fat crimson head up to the black farmer's asshole slid all 10" of his fat, cowfucking, white cock up the black man's ass. Ed wrapped his strong lanky, tanned arms around the huge black man and pumped his cock deep up inside. Ed's strong hands massaged the tar black man's nipples and twisted and pinched them hard in his rough callused farmer’s hands, while Ben growled and moaned, like a bitch. He approached, and introduced himself.It turns out he was the guy that stopped me from getting beat to death that night! Naturally, I was thankful, and profusely I thanked him, wishing I had some cash or something to reward him. He told me while he went to call an ambulance at a nearby twenty four seven, someone stole my wallet! He acted angry at himself for not taking my wallet, which contained all my identification, to protect me! I have no credit cards. In fact, I am very poor! My family is.