The Carvens were well-off. The Farewells were rich. The difference between the two was marked. Before Joshua Carven had passed on, in addition to the ...tobacco farm Daniel had called home for twenty-one years of his life, his father had made a few smart investments on the east coast that allowed the Carvens to continue to maintain a life-style of relative ease even if Emma decided to sell off the tobacco business. The farm alone generated enough income to support a few full-time workers and all. The dog's furry back arched as he thrust his cock as far forward as he could, and little Cindy wrapped her bare young legs around the huge dog and jerked in orgasm, crying out, "Shoot in me, boy! Shoot in me!"A flood of white-streaked clear fluid suddenly erupted from the girl's hairless, violated hole, spilling around the dog's big knot as she squeezed and pulled at it desperately. Bozo shook all over and thrust hard as he unloaded what looked to be a pint of canine semen in the naked child's. Ben could tell the angry Cherokee wasn't happy about helping a white man. His only reason for being there was the fact that he would get other white men to inflict his less than tender mercies on. Ben knew that one would be a problem unless he could fix it at the start of their association.The Cherokee Indian sub chief in charge of the 32 man band was called Bear Brother. That wasn't the Indian word for his name but Ben had trouble pronouncing it. Wasa'pe Ba'vi was as close as Ben could get to. Janet felt the horny kid shivering with lust, and when they broke their steamy kiss she led him over to the bed."Fuck me, Tim," she said hoarsely, "please fuck me right now."Tim lifted her up and sat her on the edge of the bed. He stood in front of her, fisting his thick blue-veined cock and pumping it as he eyed her little blonde bush. Janet could tell something kinky was on his mind, from the way his eyes sparkled. But she was taken completely off guard when he suddenly grabbed her ankles and.