It was dark in the store and it darkened more as I approached a poorly lit back corner. The window above the wall-length book shelf was completely cro...wded by books. I turned the corner to head back up the next aisle, and just as I did I caught a glimpse of another customer. I hadn't heard anyone else come in. She must have been there before me. I didn't catch her face but I saw her hand linger on the back of a shelf, just as I had, before she turned the corner to go up the aisle next to me,. . wasn’t brought up, but we were ready, just in case? I left them alone as I walked in and said “Hello” to my favorite mother.I helped her as we talked a bit about most, but not all, of the things we had done today. She was really happy about herself. I told her about the people I talked to today, explaining how Dad ‘wasn’t allowed to come in, ‘ evoking a chuckle from her.“Mom, I also need to thank you for having a daughter, and not leaving me an only child. Who knows where the outlet would be. I then started to open her dress one by one until she was lying there stark naked. She was biting her lips, pinching her nipples and playing with her boobs anticipating my next move.Her boobs were moving up and down as she started to take deep breaths in excitement. Then I came with cold chocolate sauce in my one hand and Shuba in my other hand. I asked Shuba to be silent and then poured the cold chocolate sauce on her boobs, navel and to her pussy.She was squealing with the pleasure which the. I think she’s one of those old guard feminists from the movement’s golden days. A man-hater who embraces white womanhood and despises men and ethnic minorities. She must really hate living in the city of Brockton, a city where non-whites are now the majority. She seems to despise all males and all non-whites. The only people she shows kindness or appreciation to are her fellow white women. I think there are a lot of racist white women like her around. And they’re the motivation behind the.