Plantation Stories

It had been a long, hot day of picking and planting in the blazing sun when trouble came running over the hill. With locks as red as the devil’s tail a flowing and titties shifting from side to side, she said, “Come on James. I’ve had my eyes on you. Come with me,” as she grabbed my hand and rushed me to the tool shed. And I went, even though I knew there would be trouble. She was the lady of the house, Sally Grimes, the...