It was a hot summer day and the air conditioner was acting up again. Her husband of fifteen years, Roger, was out of town and had the car so Beth had ...owhere to go. She was glad he was gone because he'd become a bore and had become intolerably fat for her, and yet she loved him, but they had stopped having sex several years ago. She fanned herself, but it wasn't much help so she went outside to the backyard to see if pulling weeds from the garden would get her mind off the heat.Squatting by her. I swear all of them had fucked me at least twice, some of the boys three times. I didn’t delude myself thinking that they liked me. They didn’t, I represented the “white oppressive society” that kept them, their relatives and their ancestors down and out. I couldn’t blame them for the way they felt. Life had been a great miscarriage of justice for them and they were lashing out while I was trying in my own way to provide them the reparations they deserved, one boy at a time. I could feel their. Whatever they do we will only be a minute away regardless of where they enter. I think the biggest risk in all of this is the Army and Police do not take the threat as seriously as they should. That Ghoul you fought and who sliced your arm was one scary bastard. Grefis also knows some pretty dangerous army people and he himself is no pushover.”“How did Kalalal manage to kill Wensta?” Perdita asked. “It doesn’t look like she would be able to take him on her own.”“Let me show you what the cameras. Totally naked apart from the black thong. Her hair flowing over her shoulders. Them beautiful breasts looking straight at me. I got off the bed and walked over to her, I kissed her and after a bit of mental persuading, asked if I could play with her ass. She sat me on the bed and turned around. Wow. This was even more perfect than the ass I had been imaginarily wanking too for years. I grabbed it, beautifully firm. I gave it a kiss and little bite. She told me to "worship that sexy ass". I.