After all, would he feel so strongly if his convictions were unfounded?"Prove it to us then. Prove to us you're sorry for oppressing brown and black p...eople."Naive little Chrissy was always eager to please and not very good at asserting herself."Get on your knees and apologize to all the brown and black people. Renounce yourWhite Privilege. Know what it's like to be oppressed!Poor little Chrissy dropped to her knees, weeping, and apologized to the crowd ofminority and white activists for things. She put her head on my shoulder. I took a chance and slid my other hand up to cup her breasts. I knew Emily could not see what I was doing because Greg had her lying on her back as he nibbled on her tits. Beth looked up at me and smiled. She took my hand and moved it off her breast. I thought Beth was telling me no until she slipped my hand under her retro K. D. Lang T-shirt. She was wearing a soft bra, and I could feel her nipples through the material. I could not help myself. I kissed Beth.. But instead I was faced with a beautiful women, in a fit of rage, drunk, and crying. I was stunned, and she blew right past me into our entry-way."Where is your mother, travis?" Somewhat slurred."Ahhh...mrs. Thompsen, what's wrong, she's gone till tomorrow, are you okay??" I was shaken to see this women so distraught."That fucker drop me like a bad habit, for a slut none the less" then she collapsed on our sofa. And I went to sit by her, thinking maybe a little comfort would help. Of course in. Pete had remind himself that she was only 4teen.“You want me to rub your clit and make you cum, like I did in the car?” She nodded. “Yeah. I want to cum. Like in the car.” She looked down between her legs. She could see white stuff seeping out of her onto the bed. God, what if Mom saw it when she did the laundry? But it would be dry by then, nothing to worry about.Pete moved so he could reach her crotch with his hand. Cassie watched his fingertip move over her, searching for the right spot –.