"She started kissing down my neck and shoulders, then around my tits but not my nipples. She caressed the other tit with her fingers. I was going wild.... Her lips and fingers got closer to my nipples. I held my breath with anticipation, wanting her to lick and touch my nipples. Finally, she took my right nipple in her mouth and sucked gently, pulling gently on the left nipple. I moaned loudly. My body was on fire.She started licking my right nipple, slowly at first then faster and faster. Her. But my right hook whistled passed her defences and connected smack over her eye. She sat down on her rump with a thump and a string of curses. Just then a sister started to walk over to see what was going on and everyone scattered. Nothing has come of this officially so I'm assuming that the lass kept her mouth shut but I'm expecting her to try to get some measure of revenge on me at some point. Clearly she didn't realise that I'd grown up in a house full of boys and, when you do, even a little. Fee comere! He was stood by the bed I by rights should have then been asleep in. He sank down on to it and motioned for me to sit down. I obeyed and without another word he leaned in and kissed me, his tongue exploring my mouth. Clearly he wasnt nervous because within seconds one of his hands was cupping my boob over the top of my tight tank top, fingers roughly massaging my nipple, which was gradually becoming harder. I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter, when a thought hit my mind. I. Dem doctors couldn’t put dat cracka back ta’gather.”Despite knowing that Mr. Atkins was well respected in the community, Jerry really wished that he spoke better. His heavy accent and strange pronunciation made it almost impossible to understand what the old man was saying. Less a question than a statement, Jerry asked, “I killed him?”“Yessa, ya killed em. Da cracka and da dealer.”Jerry’s stomach clenched at the idea of having killed two men. The action caused a wave of pain to shoot through.