She felt his head move down to the side of her neck, only to feel a small pain as he nipped the delicate thin skin there, before moving further down, ...kissing and nibbling each small fraction of an inch as he grew closer to the tingling buds on her chest. Arching her back off the bed, she gasped deep in her throat as his mouth closed over one of the tight hard and sensitive tips, his teeth closing around it, biting gently down before releasing it, only to lather it with his tongue and then bite. Hazel spent the next week trying to arrange a repeat performance but I fought her off and eventually she abandoned the chase.Almost two weeks after my intense interlude with Hazel I came home from work to find Wanda sitting on my front porch. Wanda lived next door to us and she had a problem. Her husband was out of town on business and her electric dryer wouldn't work and she had a load of clothes that she had just taken out of the washer."Would you look at it Ray? I wouldn't even begin to know. "I laugh, "Not even bacon?"He shakes his head, "No not even bacon ... And damn I miss it."I'm done with the field dressing and start putting my gear back on. I leave off the carrier for the body armor so Stinky Pete asks, "You ain't gonna wear your carrier?"I laugh, "There's no need to since that was my last plate. I guess I will need to just be more careful from now on."He laughs and heads to the rear of the truck, "Well that might not be the case. Let me show you what I have in the back of my. Kimberly replied and asked Marci why she cared what her racist parents thought. Kimberly hadn’t cared what her racist parents thought. Marci said that her parents weren’t racist. She hadn’t known that Kimberly’s parents were racist but had been taught in school that racists are good in hiding their racism and thought that Kimberly must know. Kimberly responded that all older white people are racists and that it was up to white girls like them to make reparations to the Black race by fucking and.