I mean, where I come from black men do not do this to white women. No offense.” Emma stammered.“Well where I come from, that is all we do.” He s...ated as he suddenly scooped Emma off the ground and threw her over his broad shoulders. Emma was impressed by his strength and size and she could feel her racist resolve fade. Emma could smell his scent and feel her legs get wetter from her anxious awaiting vagina. As he carried her into the house Emma lifted her head at hearing the sound of Naomi. They were off somewhere in loose shorts and shirts, covered in aloe.“I must ask, whoever you are, how you can look at any girl and get her a perfect suit when we can’t find one for ourselves,” an eleven-year-old girl asked.Her chest had small half-golf ball-sized, half-cherry topped mounds. She had a big butt and baby fat around the middle, but straight boy hips still. Any top she could get to cover her tits wouldn’t have a matching bottom to deal with her ass and stomach. One-piece suits that. "It wasn't a question.She didn't say a word.Zack gripped her shirt and slammed her against the wall. Without a water tank to get in the way, what could have been an extremely painful maneuver for her spine ended up doing little more than jar her shoulders.His face filled her vision, and she couldn't even flinch away."How did Montague die?"Her fingers wrapped around his wrists, trying to pull them down- or pull herself up. Just take away his control."H-he didn't, um- he didn't get enough oxygen. Didn't know a big man could move so fast." Sorry," I said. "My job's to keep you safe, get you started home." Weren't they just robbers, highwaymen?"I nodded, reloading my pistol."You expect more trouble?" Never know," I said.She moved as far away from me as she could."Don't think you had to kill them," she said, looking straight ahead, chin wobbling."They'd a killed me, used you, probably killed you and then taken what they wanted, burned the rest." What do you mean used, poked me," her voice.