Archiving and reposting of this black story is permitted, but only if acknowledgment of copyright and statement of limitation of use is included with the article. This story is copyright (c) 2019 by The Technician. Individual readers may archive and/or print single copies of this story for personal, non-commercial use. Production of multiple copies of this story on paper, disk, or other girlfriend fixed format is expressly forbidden. It was a crisp, but not cold, end of October evening in the “middle ground” just north of Vidalia, Louisiana, when Shelly stepped out of the woods and walked across the harvested cotton patch toward a amateur small square of grass and weeds that stuck out almost like an island into the empty field. If you looked closely at that square, you could see the remnants of a brick foundation sticking slightly out of the grass just inside where the weeds gave way to a cultivated field. In the middle of that foundation was a more modern piece of brickwork. Modern, of course, is relative. These bricks had been exposed to the elements for at least a hundred years, but they were machine-made, kiln-fired bricks rather than the hand-made, sun-dried bricks that had once been the foundation of the house. Years of wind and rain had worn those soft bricks down to the point where only one or two courses still stood above ground level. With the strength that comes from the kiln, however, and without the severe winters of the more northern states to freeze and crack the mortar which held the bricks together, the benches and supports for what appeared to be a stone picnic table still stood as solid as when they had been built many decades before. The large picnic basket sitting in the middle of the table was even more modern. The food and drink inside, although classic foods of the area from days gone by, were freshly prepared. A young man sat Sucking Cock waiting at the table. Harold’s dark skin and dark clothing caused him to almost blend into the shadows of dusk. His face brightened when he saw Shelly’s white Hardcore dress blowing in the evening winds as she crossed the cotton patch. Her peaches and cream complection was only slightly darker than the white dress which billowed around her. She was married in that dress. 'He just wants to taste what his tongue can't reach I guess.' I came here last night and waited all night, not getting any sleep, for that bitch." Madison didn’t know why it was reacting like that, but Michael knew he was about to cum in her mouth and couldn’t warn her without giving away he was awake. She slowly took almost the whole thing in her mouth. "Gina you will find out what the market for trained hounds are, you can have Tina help you and you can use the computer in the main office room." It stands on two feet, lifting it’s mammoth grey leathery hands up to the sky, slamming them down on the ball of darkness sending out amateur a shockwave as its fists meet the dark matter. They quickly lock lips and take turns seeing who can black shove their tongue furthest down the other’s throat. I need to ask a favor. The voice was as soft as the glow of her Aquapod in the light of the glyph's. I still thought how I was just about to eat out my sister. She knew she should be afraid of that thought, but even fear was beyond her. DAY 14 This time he was going to do her. The simple attacks shouldn't take more than a Sucking Cock day. I found it kind of disgusting and told him that. Katie and I began to talk. “Well, the pack leader for sure, but I think he was working for someone else.” “Can you show me the center of this place?” I asked Orb. There were tears when we left for our honey moon in Tenerife and our new mothers in laws girlfriend were the worst. Hardcore “Not happening.” From underneath the fucking couple, Jake could see her cock start to pump hot semen into Katie's pussy. They have someone – live bait in an ambush. Gently she lowered herself onto Mike's cock. but she could most certainly fuck and suck. She must've known it too because she stopped moving almost just as I was having the thought. Stopping at the vending machine, I grab a sub and an OJ jug. The ship starts to lift off the ground.