“I won’t let this beast in our home again!”
“D’Sta-dee-um.” Leland slurred. We helped Leland into a bed. Indian xxx George stopped drying it. It filled me so fully, I was ashamed to compare the sensation with my husband’s skilled tool. I slid the cover onto the box and stashed it in a dusty shoe box, taking care not to disturb the dust. AARRGGGH!!!” He felt me smash my butt down, driving his cunt juiced shaft partly through my husband’s strained grip. “I’m not expecting your thanks.”
“Don’t you get Medicare?”
The large, prone black man scowled, muttering, “Too young, too black, and too much a risk.”
“I think he means, because he’s getting his wife’s social security, he has to wait until he’s 65 for Medicare.”
“It works that way?”
“It works anyway that keeps poor folk from git’n help!” Leland winced from his exclamation. “Do’n wan ya fag hans on mah puss ham’r.”
“Suck it, Old Man. He might be permanently injured.” I didn’t outright refuse the offer.
