I'm for Obama. Your k**s moved out years ago. And I don't have any k**s at all (well, none that I know of). You have a house in the suburbs, with a la...wn, and a garage, and a backyard, and a mortgage that's been paid off. I'm in the hood. You only have your husband. I have 2 or 3 more just like you.We probably wouldn't have anything to do with each other at all, except for one thing. I want to fuck you. And you want me to fuck you. I want to grind my big black dick inside your big, wide, white. We have to keep looking forward. Besides, who said I was going to be in this wheelchair the rest of my life? Buddy, believe me, I plan on walking again. Sooner than later! I haven't given up and don't you give up on me either. Now, enough of this bullshit! Get up off your ass and get us a couple of beers and let's have a good time."Feeling relieved, Bill got him and Chris a couple of beers and for the first time since the accident he started enjoying himself again. After a short while he went. “Yikes,” answered Ann. “That might be an awful waste of time. What if they don’t come back for weeks. Why not just leave them our note and move on?”Carla piped up. “Aggie, I’ve been thinking about the fact that there were probably people here two days ago and they’re not here now. Do you think they might have been scared off?”Aggie turned to Carla with a puzzled frown. “What do you mean? Scared off by what?”“Is it possible they saw you two days ago?”“Huh? Well, I didn’t do anything to frighten. I kept sucking and licking until he was hard. Then I sat down and pulled him down on top of me as I dropped back down onto my back.I guided his hard cock into me and I sighed with pleasure as he entered me. By that time I was pretty much numb from all of the cock that had raped me for most of the day. But I wanted him to think I was enjoying it. It would make it easier for him.He began to fuck me slowly, gently. His cheek was pressed up against mine and I knew that he was crying quietly while.