Damn it’s funny that now I'm probably going to do just that. I shouldn't say this but when I saw her I remember thinking she probably has an old po...tbellied husband that can't get it up. I'm so glad I was mistaken. I would never have imagined that the woman I saw had fantasies of fucking animals and black men, she looked so domesticated working in the yard." Yeah, well I would have never thought I'd be seeing a beautiful woman like yourself holding a sign saying you liked fucking dogs either. They were always judging you, telling you how you'd failed to conform to whatever they'd learned in school, and laying a pretty hard guilt trip on you. But all Dr. Wayland had done was listen, give her some encouragement, and remind her that her future had yet to be written.She knew the future of those girls back in Tiburon. They'd go to college, meet the right boy, and marry him. They'd become 'Mrs. So-and-so', wife of the doctor, lawyer, businessman, or politician. They'd have one or two. That lye soap could make a horse smell like a handful of flowers with a slightly stronger scent. He loosened his braids and washed his long black hair from scalp to ends. Tom ducked his head to rinse the soap from his hair and splashed the warm water all over him before he stepped out on the board staging beside the tank.Tom’s skin was even a lighter color of brown than his face and arms were.He took his clean shirt and slipped it over his head, the tail of the shirt fit him like a long gown. I rolled her button one more time. She convulsed, her lips wide in a silent scream. Her pussy was clenching on my fingers like a wet fist. I'd never dreamed anyone could experience such a powerful orgasm. And the fact that it was happening to my normally restrained, reserved Helen made it totally unbelievable. I managed to get my hand out of her with considerable effort. "Give it back! I need your fucking hand!" she howled. "More! I need more!" "Oh, you'll get more, slut. You'll get all you can.