If you weren't so damn lazy you could have taken them upstairs and put them in your drawer yourself."That got my attention. In our eight years of marr...age Bea had never barked at me like that. I went down to the laundry room, got my socks and underwear and took them up and put them away. I finished dressing and went down to the kitchen. As I sipped my coffee I watched Bea as she fixed the lunches for the kids to take to school. Her movements were quick and angry, like she was slamming things. I then slowly glided my fingertips up and down my torso, enjoying my feather light touch and the gentle waves of pleasure rolling through me. After a while I began to venture a little lower. At first I gently rubbed the top of my slit but then I quickly switched to rubbing my outer lips. While doing this I closed my eyes and bit my bottom lip. I then spread my lips and found my clit. I gently flicked my finger across it. This caused a bolt of electricity to shoot through me. I tossed my head. She loved the night. Even when she was a small child she loved to walk at night, looking up at the moon, or watching the stars if the night was dark. She was never afraid of being alone when she had the night for company. She knew that the night was her friend. As she grew older, the child maturing into a teenager, she became aware of changes to her body, changes that sometimes sent strange feelings of arousal through her body. She gave in to these demands, learning to pleasure herself to quell. "This'll be over in a minute." What are you going to do?" she asked, alarmed as the dealer strolled casually over.He didn't answer her, simply rolling down the window."What's up, my man?" the young black asked him, pleasantly enough."I need some rock," Jason said simply."Shee-it," the dealer told him. "Then you best go find yourself a rock dealer, officer." You think I'm a cop?" Jason asked quietly. By now this was becoming routine."You gots the cop stink all over you, Homey," the kid said,.