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Anyway, that was back when we was ten, but this particular day, I was so plumb surprised at how different Betsy-Jo was lookin’ that when I tried to holler out to see if she was up fer some wrasslin’, it was like my throat was all dry and squeezed out of shape, and there weren’t no sound comin’ out. I swallowed some spit to wet my throat again, and I took me a breath to start hollerin’, but I heard Granma McCutcheon back at the cabin.


She was hollering herself that lunch was on the table and how it ain’t gonna eat itself, so we better get ourselves back there top rated shemales cam else the hogs is gonna be eatin’ up big today.
Well, one thing I like better than wrasslin’, and that’s eatin’, so I high-tailed it back to the cabin fer some of Granma McCutcheon’s possum grits and hog jowls, with a side of shemale sucking own dick cams biscuit.

I reckon I was already on seconds when Betsy-Jo got back with her clothes on.
Me an Uncle Abe never got back up on that roof that day, but the next day we was up there most of the mornin’, finishin’ off them shingles and when that was done we tended to a few other chores needed doin’ about the place, and then it was time fer more of Granma McCutcheon’s home cookin’.

After we finished lunch, Uncle Abe went out to the front porch to set on the two seater swingin’ chair with a pot of coffee, and Betsy-Jo went back into the woods to play with her critters again. Then Granma McCutcheon went out to boil up some lye soap, and that left me all on my lonesome again.


That belly full of Granma McCutcheon’s possum puree and sow belly with turnip greens was makin’ me feel like I could use a little nap, so I done laid down on Uncle Abe’s big ol’ bed, and I laid there a mite, thinkin’ about stuff in my head.


I got to thinkin’ about yesterday, and how different Betsy-Jo was lookin’ over at the swimmin hole. I was thinkin’ about them titties of hers, eyeballin’ me top rated shemales cam like they was, and how she turned her back to me to walk out the other side of the swimmin’ hole, and I remembered that her butt was all curved out like some kinda prize-winnin’ pumpkin at the county fair.

Then, all of a sudden, I realised that my pecker was gettin’ all swoll up. Well, first thing I thought, I must have got bit on the pecker by a snake, ‘cause I couldn’t think of no other reason fer my pecker to get all swoll up like that.

I looked around, but I couldn’t see no snake anywhere, but I remembered something Uncle Abe told me one day about what to do if you ever get bit on the leg by a snake.
Uncle Abe told me if y’all ever get bit on the leg by a snake, you got to get this here thing called a, “torny-kay,” and put it on yer leg, so’s the poison don’t go spreadin’, else that leg’s gonna fall right off.

Well, I sure didn’t want my pecker fallin’ off cause I’d have to squat down to pee like a girl so I looked around, but I couldn’t see nothin’ to use fer a torny-kay. I was real sure I didn’t want that poison spreadin’, but I didn’t have no torny-kay to put on my pecker, so I got me a notion to squeeze on my pecker so’s it wouldn’t spread nowhere, so, I squeezed real hard on my pecker.
Well, my pecker was swoll up hard as hickory by now, but when I squeezed on it, it kind of felt good, so I squeezed a little harder and it felt a little better. Well, it seemed that the harder I squeezed, the better it felt, and then I got this other notion to rub on it while I was squeezin’ on it. Well, I started rubbin’ on my pecker while I was a squeezin’ on it, and that felt even better than just squeezin’ on it did, so next thing I knew, I was rubbin’ and squeezin’, and squeezin’ and rubbin’, and it just felt better’n, better’n better, and before long, it felt so good I took to breathin’ real hard, too.

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