Did he show that high toned nigger what it was about? God that felt good. He could still hear the impact of his cane on the woman's head. That stupid ...racker, he hit her and kept hitting her. She sounded like a watermelon busten'. What a high. He got a piece, a Glock, out of it too. Leroy didn't need drugs to get high.It was too bad about that little white cracker cunt that got away. Summers would have paid a lot of money for that little piece of ass. She knew how to dress for a man and was in. Still looking into her eyes, I started unbuttoning her shirt. She always wore button ups before we did this. I’m sure it was on purpose, just to tease me. As I undid the third button, my desire won out and my eyes went to her chest. I began to lightly hyperventilate as more of her chest was revealed.At first, all I saw was her cleavage, but more of those enticing mounds were revealed to me as I undid each button. Once I opened the last one, I pulled the sides back and slid her shirt off her. She opened for him, and Michael thrust his tongue deep into her mouth in an imitation of what he wanted to be doing with the rest of his body. Ashley moved closer as his tongue set up an intimate thrust and retreat that filled her with need. She passionately returned the kiss, making small sounds of pleasure in the back of her throat as she ran her hands through his hair and down over his shoulders. As their passion rose, Ashley impatiently tugged Michael’s polo shirt out of his jeans and over. You can't fool old Ralph. Take it from me, all you've got to do is put the bug in the wife's ear, get her on the track. Once they see the kicks involved, they're only too happy to go along. I know, boy; Norma was the same as Cindy, shy and retiring, when I first heard about the Polaroid Club. Now she's open and much warmer--and hell on wheels in the rack, let me tell you!"Howard felt uncomfortable in the face of all this candidness, the unexpected admissions and ideas and concepts which he had.