From now on, any man that got to put his old Thing into my sweet pussy would have to pay hard cash for the privilege, if I had my way about it. Anal porn “I told you. Though how he could stand that old taste of whiskey, I don’t know. Ferns grew around the little pool, half mud and half water, that surrounded it; somebody had laid planks out across the mud so people could get a drink of that cold water. I always was a fool for blond hair and blue eyes.”
I’ve always liked my eyes myself; spent many an hour gazing at them in a hand mirror. “It’s in my coverall pocket,” he said. “Here I done raised me the prettiest little girl that ever laid foot to the ground, and I can’t persuade you to do a lick of work of your own free will.”
I looked at him, already trembling inside, because that was the way he always talked when he’d taken a drink or two coming home from work.
