Late on the afternoon of the sale, Anne and Philip sat at the dining room table with some apple cobbler and berry wine, totaling up the receipts of th...e day. The auctioneer had been paid his fee. People, animals and equipment were still being hauled away, but things had quieted down except for the excitement among the geese, guinea hens and ducks.Anne was pleased that all the black women had been able to keep their children in the sale although most had been separated from their husbands or. . and good luck to her I never let the rough, weird looking, loud guys anywherenear me... but I cant help wondering... and dreaming of being fucked by thebikers and truckers.... some of them really scary looking... probably couldbreak me with one hand... its scary but thrilling to imagine ... One day when I get off from work, its pretty late, and Ican?t find a taxi to take me home... My friends from work have all gone and Iam waiting for my taxi. Only person in the parking lot is a huge guy who. Girls,bhabi or aunties aapni apni kapre upor kijiye kyuki prte prte apki chut me khujli or pani ane wali hai larke apna lund pakr rkho muth marne ke liye aab stori pe aata hu aajse 2saal pehle ki baat hai me or mera dost vicky(name changed)hum dono ekhi college me or hostel me ek kamre me rehte hai 1bar hamara college 10 day ke liye sutti thi to vicky ne force krke apne sath uske gaon jane ko kaha agle din hum train se uske gaon pouse station se bus se ghor pouse ghor ka door bell bajai toh ek. “Hi,” Mary mumbled, blushing redder. “Uh, how was your drive?” “Good.” Brandon began, “So…” He shifted his feet uncomfortably and looked down. Mary felt immense relief. At least I am not the only one who is nervous, she thought. Emboldened by this revelation, Mary stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him. “I’m glad you are here,” she whispered. Elated, Brandon drew her into a tight embrace; her body pressed firmly against his, her face nuzzled against his shoulder. She fit so perfectly.