And many white women were racists as well. Why should I, a black man, fight for men’s rights when the majority of those whom I helped were white men...? White men harassed me for being a black man. White men treated me like a criminal while I was a hard-working, law-abiding individual. I remember helping a white male who came to me because his psychotic girlfriend falsely accused him of something. I sheltered him. I protected him. I defended him. Why? Simply because I believed in the brotherhood. We know the mistakes that were made by General Wrath. We know how the greenies fight now. Between the two of us we should be able to come up with a lightening-fast landing ship to city campaign that will take the targets with minimal casualties." We can come up with a plan, yes," Wilde said, "but as for a plan that guarantees success in our objectives..." He shook his head. "No, we can't do that. Not with the numbers we have against an enemy as well-trained, disciplined, and, most of all,. She straddled me, again teasing me with her hairy pussy, as she moved her pelvis to and fro in front of my face. I knew exactly what she wanted; I pulled her to me, kissing the lips of her pussy with mine. She gave a gasp, savoring the touch. I then began to move my horizontal lips over her vertical lips, spreading them, and flicking them with my tongue. A small moan escaped her. I pulled her closer, pulling her onto my face. My tongue began to probe her slit, flicking in and out; I could feel. That's no small feat. Although I must say I do believe you've been a bad influence on my crew." How's that?" Dent said puzzled."Not only do you have half the crew mooning over those women of yours but I've noticed them treating the captives like I've never seen before. The Bo'sun had to break up a fight just the other day when some young buck took exception to how the youngest one was being treated. Taken a fancy to her himself is what I think; wouldn't be surprised if he bids on her down at.