"Paul, what are doing?" What do you mean? I'm having a cigar." No. What are you doing with your life? I know you have money, a beautiful woman on your... elbow, but what are you going to do with the rest of your life?"Brian is a part time preacher and one of the nicest guys you ever want to meet. He really took to me back when Sam and I were dating and immediately welcomed me to the family. I really liked him so when he spoke, I usually listened."I don't know. I used to teach but now I don't need. Not that the skirt was particularly long in the first place. He revelled in the fact that her almost-certainly soaked panties were the only thing blocking his access to her. Finally he let go, letting the skirt fall again, covering her thigh from view but leaving his hand underneath. From there he crept even further up. His suspicions were confirmed as his fingertips grazed the soft cotton of her panties. She was soaked. They locked intense, desperate eyes as he slowly rubbed his fingers. .. surrounding you... crowding you close... as other blackhands... are reaching out... to touch you... and feel up... your softwhite nakedness... with your arms and hands... fluttering in the air...beneath you... as He leans down... to stage whisper... into yoursensitive left ear... "now... yew teasin' white bitch... yew won't tuhkeep awl dese muthafuckin' dicks out yo' white ass... den yew gonna useyo' lily white handz... tuh frig yo'self... and play wif' yo' own clit...end make yo'self cum.... ..As I lay there, he slipped one of his hands inside my panties and begancaressing my bottom. I loved it... but it was hard for him to reach, so Itwisted around until we were facing. I wrapped my arms around him and pulledus together tightly; my breasts squeezed into his chest, and I felt his hairon my areolae. Yes, I did remember that word even under those circumstances;that's just who I am. The thought made me laugh a little. My voice was likea bell, clear and light.He returned my embrace..