Everyone has to head in the same direction. It’s driven into us at an early age - the need for candy, let’s say. And that takes money. You don’t... want to be one of these niggahs out here, begging for change. Because it can easily happen.”“There isn’t a shortcut, either.”“No quick way to the money, no sir. The bottom line is work and more work. That’s what all of these black thinkers wanted for their people - to grow up strong, make a decent wage, and work within a system that they themselves. "Just start fucking me please," she begged."And there will be no ass fucking during this particular sex session," he reminded his anal-loving wife. "Or cock sucking for that matter. We want all the cock action to be inside your tight little cunt."Hubby turned to the impatiently waiting men, most with their cocks already hard."I do hope one of you has strong enough swimmers to get through and get this whore up the duff. Although she has been fucked by countless numbers of men, she has never. "Why did you bring that in here?" Jan asked frowning."Just wanted to compare," he said.Irritated, she inquired, "Compare what?" Babe, something's wrong," Paul replied. "Look at this photo of you just a year ago. Your eyes were alive and dancing. That's why I've always called you 'Bright Eyes, ' but now... they just look sad... lifeless. I really feel you should make an appointment to get a full checkup. It couldn't hurt anything,"Aggravated, Jan responded, "I've told you before, nothing is. She flashed a devilish smirk, then sauntered to the sink. I watched as Mom put her creamy fingers into the half-full cup, swirling them around, then drink the coffee.“One less thing to buy at the store,” she gingerly quipped. *The evening before the prom, Jacquelyn combined all of her business savvy, motherly instincts and Italian flair for settling scores, and worked over the specifics for the dance. She and Ed were at the table talking.“What’s my name?” she asked, sounding like a battlefield.