But if someone said I could only have one of them, I would say Becky no matter how many other men she fucked. I liked Trudy a lot. But I loved Becky.I...did spend a lot of time that weekend eating Trudy. Becky was right. She loved it. She said no man had ever eaten her before. I felt sorry for those men. They had missed some very sweet tasting pussy.Mr. Williams called us from the phone in the limo. We were standing on the front porch when it pulled up in front at four thirty on that Sunday. She encouraged the weeds to grow between them so they appeared to be wild.Anytime I wasn’t doing lawn work, I was her helper. I knew how to do some things, but I learned to do others from her. Most of my experience was in the growing, so I learned a lot about curing the product that summer. Since it required lots of space to cure the product, I began rebuilding grandpa’s old barn as well as the loft in our new chicken house/barn. I consulted Lucy about all things like venting and the use of. I feel like I could cry right now.” “I guess now we will learn how he really feels about us. We are leaving him, we might be pregnant. Will he be as upset as we are, or will he consider himself well rid of us?” “Donnie, you know perfectly well that Andrew is committed to us! Don’t even go there. That boy will never leave us until we force him away. He is ours forever. Never doubt him. We belong to each other. We may as well be married.” “Married? Dee Dee, one of us is going to have to marry. It would make me more popular, and my ratings would go even higher.Then I gasped, the thing that I felt pushing at my petals wasn’t a finger, but much larger, and yet it felt wonderful! The penetration was long, and slow, and yet there was no stopping it, even if I wanted to. My mind kept seeing images of my skirt up, and my exposed body surrounded by naked, powerful black men, all of whom would take turns ravishing me. Each one cumming deep inside, using those powerful hips to drive their.