In those few moments, he feasted his eyes on her small, teacup-size titties and her pink, erect nipples like pencil erasers. He longed to reach out an... run his fingers across them, stand behind her, and strum his fingers across each nipple like a guitar player, four fingers brushing past, then the thumb and forefinger lingering, pressing together, lightly pinching the nipple harder, and then brushing them again and again. She finally freed her ponytails and, still smiling that coy, shy smile of. The once pristine Girl Scout was just a fucked up piece of white rape meat.Bubba looked over at Ty. Watchin him fuckin the white bitch. It seemed like it wasyesterday but so long ago on the Delta. It was a different world then.The crying, the begging the whining brought back that day.They were just teens back then.Molly was hot piece of white trash. She had smiled at Bubba as their paths crossed going home. In those days if a white girl smiled at a black boy it meant one thing. They. Wistin and Sofija slid into the cab while Anna and Gene jumped into the bed. Holly was laughing when she called out the window, "hang on, Gene! Let's see how fast this thing can move!"Tamara's feet were quite sore by the time Hannigan signaled that they'd walked far enough. She'd managed to relieve herself, finally, a couple of hours earlier, but the lack of toilet paper had made each step leave her feeling more and more raw. The shoes she wore didn't fit well, and after the miles of walking. It ended in a two-two tie. After the coach gave her after-game talk, the four girls we had brought to the game gathered in front of me, all talking at the same time to Helen. My wife packed up our stuff and I carried Helen to the car with the troop of girls in tow.I had driven to the park with my wife in the front passenger seat of our Lexus. I always considered SUVs too large and clunky, but when I had squeezed five teenage girls in the back I realized their convenience. Since Helen and Tara.