Daren says are you ready for desert, Wendy says what are we having he says strawberries, whipped cream and Chilled Champaign, she looks in the basket,...it’s empty then looks up at him, he says grab your heels and purse, he takes her hand and walks toward the big house, when they get to pavement she puts on her heels, he leads her towards the door and she pulls back and says we can’t go in there it’s, she looks inside on the table is a bowl of Strawberry’s, another with whipped cream, and a. Being so tender waxed and smooth lilly white vagina lips stood out all plump and perfect. For a woman in her late forties pardon the expression but there was no baggage, nothing hanging out or down, not even her cltoris showing? Stella was smaller and more petite and had a lovely bum and like Hazel was waxed within an inch of her life with just a thin landing stip of pubic hair. What stood out on was Stella was her unusual breasts. They were small but ample they somehow looked half formed like. Lo, it’s now fashionable to have a big ass.’ Laughing he told her, ‘Tracy, men love woman they can get hold of, your ass is perfect. Magnificent. It’s beautiful, just like you.’ His hand cupped her breast, his thumbnail scrapping back and forth across her nipple causing it to harden, and then he moved it slowly down her stomach to cup her between her thighs, one finger finding her small hard pearl and rubbing back and forth. In a deep whisper he told her, ‘You’re a very beautiful woman and last. I sheltered him. I protected him. I defended him. Why? Simply because I believed in the brotherhood of men. Still, since he’s genetically related to the racist pricks who harass me and all others like me, I now wish I hadn’t helped him. Since white men were so determined to be racist pricks, hunting innocent black men like animals, I stopped helping them. Let the feminists and the man-haters destroy the almighty white males of the world. I don’t give a damn anymore. I’ve never felt more.