In those days, I was sort of a strange youngster, at least in terms of rural Mississippi lifestyles.I was too old to play games with the little ones i... the schoolyard because I was already over six foot tall and weighed enough to be considered college material by the football coach down there at Ole Miss., even though I never took too kindly to book learning, unless there were a lot of pictures involved.On the other hand, I was only just turned nineteen and my pa was always telling me, “Buster,. Bart is listening to Willie and Lisa talking about black men coming over to fuck Lisa but he’s stopped looking at them, he is standing staring at the aluminium siding of Ned’s RV, watching his thin stream of jizz rolling slowly down towards the tarmac.Bart climbs down his impromptu ladder and pulls it away from the side of the RV, he searches his pocket for a handkerChief to clean his little flaccid cock of the remanants of his spunk but then he remembers that he’s Bart Simpson and the last. I flipped back around and put my finger on his lip like a movie and said hold it cowboy i'm not ready, i stood up and bent over a little and pulled a big butt plug from my ass that had been in there all night that i never told him about so i was loosened up. I set it on the table, shot a squirt of lube up my butt and crawled onto the bed bent over in the most downward dog position i could because i'm flexible and said "now i'm ready" He spread my cheeks wide and exposed my asshole to look at. The pain of the slap on her lashed buttocks was so great that she barely noticed when he buried half his cock. Only when it subsided was she splittingly aware of him, and his steady invasion. ‘Halfway now, Constance. Do you know, I could reach down here, under you like this, and give your cunny a tweak?’ His buttery fingers did just that. She bucked to get away from him and he chose that moment, aided by her reaction, to thrust his cock the rest of the way in. She felt the wiry tickle of his.