"No, you'll enjoy making the cookies." She stepped back as he made another attempt to grab her. "I'll be right back. Just wait here. Why don't you pou... some wine?" All right." Joe nodded and went over to the fridge and selected a bottle of Australian white. As he removed the cork, he realized Christmas music was playing. He banged his head against the fridge; he never should have left it to Noelle."Babe, you picked the wrong music," he called. He shook his head as he got out the wine glasses.. When she was satisfied with that part of our love-making, she rolled onto her back again and I moved into my former position. After that, my tongue resumed stroking one of her outer lips, reveling in the soft skin and her downy pubic hair, licking her slowly until I reached her Mount of Venus. I kissed her there and raised my head to see how Karen was reacting to what I was doing. Seeing her responses made me smile, because her eyes were already closed; her mouth was open in a smile of bliss,. " Our eyes had all adjusted to the light from the flashlight. I picked the one who had spoken outside and said, "Tell us your story."He swallowed as he noticed that neither gun had wavered even a little. He said, "My name is Jerry Racin. They are Bill, my brother, Mack, and Joe. We live west of here just beyond Mustang. Most of us lived in or around Mustang before the Day. We have farms and ranches now and are doing pretty well. We have some electrical power but no planes nor people to fly. It might be a college town around the college but it’s a redneck town everywhere else.“Sure, it was OK to stick it up a black girl but you couldn’t take her home to meet Ma and Pa. You can’t ask her to prom but you can suck on those big ol’ flapjacks in your pickup truck, Bubba. I met a couple of local guys from other schools – black guys. The thing is ... the thing is ... I like white guys better. I don’t like being treated like a Baby Mama. I like having my door opened and my chair pulled.