Written across the bag slung over your shoulder is the message “Clean up the Streets!” You walk along the street, searching for people to bestow y...ur kindness upon. You smile to yourself, thinking how grateful they will be. Ahead you see a small child, barefoot, wearing shorts and a torn shirt, playing in the snow. You move quickly to the child, pulling a package out of the bag, handing it to him. You smile as you watch him open the brand new set of clothes and pair of shoes. You are so. "Sorry," I said. I don't know if I meant the surprise or the state of the sheet she'd torn off, but for some reason I didn't cover my genitals so it must not have been that.She looked up shyly and I saw her eyes for the first time, a startling aquamarine. Her Black Irish mother's eyes, though greener, set in a face closer to her father's, a Lakota.She had a thickset body, kind of like Lindy's but even more athletic. Smallish breasts, with a thick core and powerful looking ass and thighs. I. It was strong, but not too strong, and very sweet. She could taste the fresh strawberries. “This is good!” She turned towards Brenda. “You have children? How many?”“Two, twin boys, six years old.”“Wow! Twins? Bob and I want to wait a bit, to get settled. It’s so expensive raising children,” commented Paige.Brenda snorted derisively. “Expensive? No! I’ve got two to give away! No charge!” Georgia and Paige laughed, and Brenda continued, “Absolutely free! Hell, I’ll send them over tonight! You can. Kerri looked up at Shane, her eyes filled with adolescent love. ‘Shane, will you go down on me?’ ‘Hell no! I’m no quiff-licker–that’s for wussies!’ Shane declared. ‘But, I wanted to see if we could make each other feel good at the same time if we experimented with kissing each other dow–‘ ‘No fucking way!’ Shane said disgustedly. Kerri tried not to let her disappointment show, but the hurt in her eyes was obvious. Shane reached down and pulled her to her feet. He looked into her eyes and told.