She knew she was being judged by some of the other whites that saw her and them, but she really no longer cared. Though she was totally and completely...enraptured by black men, she understood, like never before, just how wrong-headed her husband's racism was. Willis, and now Darrell and Trev, were men, like any other. They were human beings. The color of their skin, though so different than her own, was that of two human males. She loved their rich dark coloration---like dark and rich coffee, or. Should have left it up to the women instead of worrying about it. This might work out after all.Kathy, on her knees also, reached beside Jill to cup his balls in her hand as she too smiled up at him. After a moment, she brought her nails gently down the back of his sack and across his balls. A torrent of semen would not be denied. Jill moaned and swallowed as Kathy giggled.The back of Bill's knees contacted the bed as he staggered, then collapsed on the bed. Somewhere in the process, Jill. They poured out the rest of the wine and made sure Jean had the fullest glass of wine. They all started oiling each other with oil and things were beginning to get a bit wild. I could see all of this from the cabin and took that time to bring out the last jug of the old wine from the root cellar. I went down and asked: “Do you ladies want any more of this vintage wine or should I use it to cook the steaks with?” I got a loud response not if I valued my life. I then began to pour another round. Jack drove over to the edge of the landfill and parked the truck. Winking at him, Dave asked, “Why don’t you lower the tailgate, drive backwards for a bit and then slam on the brakes?”Jack laughed. Every time they came here, Dave had asked the same question. He said, “We’ll do that one of these times.”Jack climbed into the back of the truck and tossed out the bags. He hadn’t realized how many of them there were until after he had tossed ten of them out. Pausing to wipe the sweat from his eyes,.