”“Actually, I’d prefer you did. Subconscious bias is probably worse than conscious bias. I’m not saying you have it, and I don’t mean to inc...ude you in this comment, but I’d rather know who the racists are than have them hide it.”“That makes sense. It goes to your point about the only way to counter bad speech is MORE speech, not censorship.”“And the only way to fight racism and sexism is to get it out in the open and defeat it with clear, solid arguments.”“More idealism!”“What’s the. I motioned to her. Becca nodded, and I quickly walked over to Sheila. She lay down on her back and pulled her miniskirt up. “Rip my spankies open,” Sheila ordered. “What?” I replied. “I love it when guys tear my clothes apart in order to get to my goodies,” she clarified. “Now rip my spankies open. Then you can taste my pie.” With a grin, I grabbed Sheila's briefs and ripped them open from the center. She breathed heavily as I exposed her pussy. “Enjoy,” I said. Sheila moaned as I placed. She held her neck up a little so that I could remove it completely. Then again we kissed this time my hands on her breasts (bra was still on). Then again I came down a little started kissing in between her breasts. When I looked at her, she closed her eyes and was moaning softly.I pressed her breasts while looking at her. She was biting her lip. It was awesome looking at her enjoying. Then I got a breast out of her bra and started to kiss it and suck the nipple. I said it would be easy if there. Just cant anymore&hellip,. I was breathing heavily, my eyes half closed, pleading for some mercy. He finally stopped and just stood back looking at me with delight. I was all sweaty, large breasts heaving up and down, drool glistening on them trickling down to my soaking pussy. He seemed pleased with his work but something told me that he wasnt done with me just yet. It was the bulge in his pants that was trying to break out since he first had me sit on the couch almost an hour ago. He smiled.