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Date: 8/18/2017, Categories: Fiction, Hardcore, Incest, Interracial, Author: casio1933, Rating: 66.7, Source: sexstories.com

pulled by two sleek mules. "Hi George," Josh said in greeting, "what brings you over this fine morning”. "I, I, I heared tell yor old hors died an I'mm real sory." George replied in the slurred words of his speech impediment. "Why thank you George, you didn't have to come all the way over here to tell us you're sorry, but thanks anyway. Is there anything else we might help you with?" Josh asked. "We we wel, yes, I was awonderin if I. l could have that ole dead horse. I, I, I'll bury him good for you." "George, what the hell do you want an old dead horse for?" Josh sputtered. George answered in his halting manner. "You know my brother Ben. He come home one day from the field and say to me 'George do you know who the first president of these junited states was?' and I say Ben you know dammed well I don know who the first president of these junited states wus, I never went to school. And Ben say it wus Jorge Washinton, you dumb somnabitch you." "Yes, I know Ben can be bastard sometimes, but what the hell has that got to do with this old dead horse?" Josh again inquired. "We we wel, another day Ben come home from the field and say to me, 'George, tell me, who rote the gettsburgg adress' an I say gott dammit Ben, you know fuckin well I don know who wrote no fuckin gettsburgg addres, I never went to school. An Ben, he say it wus Abram Linkon, you dumb somnabitch you." "Yes, yes Ben has a cruel streak in him, but again I ask what the hell has that got to do with this old dead ... horse?" Josh again asked. "We we wel, I'm gonna take that ol dead horse home. Ima gonna drag him upstairs and put it in Ben's bathtub." "What the fuck are you going to do that for George?" Josh asked in amazement. "We we wel, Ben, he gonna come home frum the field - all hot an swetty. He gonna run up stares to tak a bath. Wen he open the dor to his bathroom, he gonna see that ole dead horse in his bathtub. Ben he gonna jump bak an yell 'Jorge, Jorge what the hell is this up here in my baftub?" An I gonna say 'ITS AN OLE DEAD HORSE YOU DUM SOMNABITCH YOU." "Take the horse, George." Josh said. After the three men had loading the horse on George's wagon, Josh turned to Jeb saying, "You know you aunt Lu's kids are coming in today to stay for a few weeks, you need to go into town and meet their train. I'll bet you're looking forward to seeing that hot assed lookin cousin, Roberta, of yours. In the kitchen, Jo had returned to stringing beans when May belle walked in wearing only a thin short shift. Her hard nipples and their dark pouty aureoles protruded against the flimsy, almost transparent fabric. "My, my, don't we look delicious this morning." Jo commented. "Yeah," May belle replied, "Daddy did me pretty good this morning, but I'm still horny and hot - Mom, do you think you have time for a little clitty fuck before I go over to see Lisa?" "Sweetheart, you come on in the bedroom, I always have time for some of that sweet hot pussy." Jo responded, rising from her bean-stringing chore. ...