She kept mumbling I could make one of the words. Milf sex I’ll have to come back and finish, she’ll be ripe when I get back, but I have to go worship my God first. Every nerve in my body came alive, my hearing focused on her footfalls on the path. Grabbing her by the hair, I guided downward toward her knees. Picking her up, I realized she was light, 100 to 110 pounds of pure, USDA grade-A … fuck meat. She dripped the fuck me attitude so prevalent in the women of the mongrel races. At four Sunday morning, this morning, I cuffed her to a post, feet, hands behind her back around the beam, trusted up like punching bag. Tossed my smoke away and got in the front seat. I pounded that face, my balls slapping against her chin. Nevertheless, I took in the splendor of nature. Fucking bitch! I plummeted to the floor, clutching my privates. I knew her feet hurt like a son-of-bitch. She’s just a cunt, I’m a man. I swung the door open,
