It is a late night pizza with anchovies, or it’s a horror movie right before bed. Like I said I’m not a huge believer in prophecy- I just like to ...cum. The bus was running late and I paced back in front of the bus stop. If the bus was running late, that meant I was running late, and of course that’s never a good thing when you are heading to work. I guess it all goes along with the joys of not owning a car. Yet I still couldn’t get that damn dream out of my mind. If I could remember what I was. The other four families were all Black, as were the four bachelors. It appeared that the Butlers did not go for serfs. Was that because they were White?We had looted so much stuff from the Butler plantation that we had a party the next day sorting out and giving away anything that anybody wanted. The women’s clothes went first, and that was followed by the cooking utensils. The guns went to me, and the forge went to Thomas, our blacksmith. The wagons and mules went into the common pool, and the. Our bodies begged eachother to go slower as we both moved faster. The explosion was coming. Icould feel the cum rising in her body. She could feel the cum rising inmy body. My hole was clutching at her cock telling her, "No. No. No!"Her cock was screaming "Yes. Yes. Yes!" Her cum started the run from the base of her cock. It filled her entirecock to overflowing. Her balls pushed pulse after pulse of new cum intoher cock. She exploded inside me. The increasing pressure in my inmostbeing forced. They took me right into the surgical suite where they had prepped to get her feeding tube inserted.When I got into the room, I saw a naked Molly backed into a corner and holding two scalpels. If anyone even got within five feel her, she lunged forward at them to back them off. If they didn’t, she used one of the scalpels to do something to them made them reconsider not backing off. Her actions were precise. I saw the last nurse that tried to get close. She had her shirt and bra cut cleanly down.