Touched the liquid. Cold. Definitely wet. I brought my fingertips away and discovered the surface of the liquid was tacky. Weird. I rubbed my palm in ...it and raised my hand, thick translucent strings forming and snapping as the distance increased.Tenderly tracing my hand closer to my sex I confirmed it was the same substance that was still oozing from my distended lips. Scooping some onto my fingers I brought it to my face and gingerly sniffed. Honey-like. Overtones of my juices for sure. Poking. " Several secret Southern organizations rose to fight this (no, not the KKK, it was too early for them) and they went on killing sprees against the Negroes. It made no difference whether an ex-slave had sold his vote or not, those people assumed that he did, and they were out to see that it didn't happen again. The easiest way to do that was to murder the potential voter. Fire Bringer and Shadow were kept jumping as they tried to prevent shootings and lynchings; sometimes they were successful,. Deeper and deeper he plunged his fingers and then waited for Kate’s hole to relax, then deeper still.“Mmmmm right up my arse, good boy finger fuck me, fuck me”Dave saw that Kate’s arse was ready to be fucked and so he quickened the pace of his finger fucking, his fingers easily slipped in and out of Kate’s dripping arsehole.“Am I ready for Daddies cock now?” asked Kate.“Oh yes, you are ready, turn over and get your bum in the air” instructed Dave.Kate quickly spun around and was on all fours in. But keep your eyes on mine.” Cynthia’s legs return to the bed. I move my chair forward, to the edge of the bed. I want to see, hear and smell everything. My face is a foot away from Cynthia’s pink treasure - - my treasure for tonight. Her red fingernails move to her wet sex. Her eyes remain pinned on mine, as I switch my intent stare from her eyes to the wet sex she pleasures. For my pleasure. Her fingers begin slowly making circles around her erect clit. A finger dips into her opening for more.