“Oh fuck, shall I?” she said.She pushed the tip further between her labia, and they parted slickly as she found the tight vaginal entrance. Slowly... slowly, she pushed up and in, her hole expanding to take the thickest part of the head, then suddenly tightening around the shaft as the head disappeared. The whole of the coloured section was now buried inside her, and the vibrations were making her toes curl.“Oh God, this is awesome,” she managed to gasp. “I can’t believe how good it feels. And I. " Ok" said Jimmy CraktcornHarry began to kiss Jimmy Craktcorn puckered bunger when Jimmy Craktcorn cut a fart that stank so bad it smelled like something had crawled into a sewer and died. Harry was almost bowled over by the force of the expulsion of intestinal gas shooting out of Jimmy Craktcorn’s puckered bunger. It was a dank, rich, gaseous, rank and fumy fart. The kind of fart one usually only reads about in old copies of the “New Yorker” or “Vanity Fair” magazine. “Sorry Harry” said Jimmy. I followed the rude Black woman as she walked down the streets. When she walked down an alley, I approached her. She turned around and looked at me suspiciously. I smiled at her and told her that I admired her for standing up to the obnoxious bus driver back there. She looked at me and smiled. Could you believe she bought it? She was being rude and obnoxious while the bus driver remained a model of classy gentleman and restrained individual. Yet she felt that she was right. This classless broad. How does that grab you?” I beamed at the idea while eating my sausage, eggs, biscuits, gravy, and grits (hey, this was the Deep South, what did you expect?).“Yes, well, I love your father, don’t get me wrong, but the moment my marriage to him ends, for any reason, whether death or divorce, I’m moving in with you and I dare you to stop me! Mind you, if he’s still alive, I’ll do the Candace thing and keep humping him on the side,” Brittany confessed her honest feelings about Dad in a way that was.