We've been part of this community garage sale for the last fifteen years. It's hard to believe that people will actually drive from near and far just ...to buy our junk.We have had people come as far as a state away to attend our garage sale weekend. It gets publicized as one of the biggest. This year was no different as people showed up to buy our stuff.Of course Connie complained how she had to do it all herself, how I wasn't any help at all. She had me go to the Elks Club to borrow tables. I. Pop agreed that would be nice if anybody was going to spend any time up there at all.Virginia stated, "I do not like the dirt floor and George said we needed to talk to you about how to fix that!" Well, at one time it had a rock floor that was uneven and every time it rained water would pool there. The funny thing was it did not come in the house through a door or window but seemed to come up through the floor along the back wall." explained Pop, then continued, "Since we only used it for. “Oh God,” she cried. “No, not that.” But she edged her thighs wider apart, and he felt the space open up. No, no, NO!” she cried as his finger got closer and closer, and then, “God, oh my god, fuck, yes, yes, yes!” as a finger penetrated her asshole, worming its way in and wriggling in step with his tongue on her clit.He looked up. She was now playing with her breast with one hand, and the other hand was pulling through the thick dark hair that cascaded over her lovely neck and shoulders. Then. Did you like it when he whipped you?" I loved it," I reply."So did I," she responds. "I also know that both you and Henrietta play those games together. Are you usually her top or her bottom?"Well, I can't admit that Henrietta and I are two birds of a feather – African-American submissive cunts that would have made perfect slave bitches if we'd lived in the antebellum era. But, if either of us had ever had a chance to become an 'Overseer' during those slave days, it would have been Henrietta. I.