I drank four glasses, which was the most I have ever had. You..." I can imagine." Anyway, when you got up to go to bed you took several steps and fell...down. I helped you get into your bed room. That was hard, because I sure can't carry you. I pulled back the sheets, and helped you lie down. Then I removed your shoes and socks. With them off, I decided you would sleep more comfortably if I removed everything but your underpants. When that's all you had on I noticed that you had turned them into. Instead, he would put his arm between my legs so that his hand was covering and playing with my bum and his forearm was pushing against my pussy and he would encourage me to hump his arm instead of his cock, he would push his arm backwards and forwards until he had brought me off at least three times.After that he would know that I would be exhausted and too tired to do anything about his needs, but oh boy, did I miss his cock.Obviously, him coming to my bedroom didn’t happen every night. He would die. He was innocent. It didn’t matter. The community had their revenge. They had their blood. They didn’t care who it was. They had what they wanted, someone to point their fingers as he slumped past, someone to blame, someone to kill. They had their blood, they had him dead. They lowered the body, this time they didn’t forget him. They kept their memories of him. They kept the knowledge that racism can affect the littlest town. They learned that everyone is a possible victim. ‘If it. Reality then sank in as Curtis handed us some paper towels to clean ourselves, I had just made out, jerked off and eaten my crushes load. No matter what, I told myself, things would not be the same between us. Curtis beamed at us as we pulled on our underwear, and claimed it was the best test shot he had ever seen and that I was a natural.Lockie patted me on the back as he went to the bathroom. I dressed in silence and helped Curtis pack up. I went outside to wait for Lockie and have a.