He ran his hands all over them."And I thought Yvette had beautiful legs," he said softly. "Wow, you're something else, Laura. It's going to be a pleas...re to punish you."Next, with exquisite slowness just to torture her, he drew her panties over her uptilted buns, then skimmed them down her legs and off. He ran his hands all over her naked ass, digging his fingers into the resilient cheeks."Laura, some black women don't have asses as good as this," he said admiringly, before slipping his finger. Lookit dem two bags she's holdin' in her right arm. See dat? It wouldn't take nothin' to bump up aside her a little bit, and dem bags come tumblin' down all over the sidewalk. You could grab three or four, maybe five things outta that bag and run like the devil, she'd wouldn't know it 'till too late to catch you."He showed me how several shoppers left themselves vulnerable and how he could make a getaway unscathed.I asked him how he knew these tricks."My brother, he 19 years old and he have. He still looked the same but at the same time different. His hair kept its unruly dirty blonde look but his eyes were deeper, he looked almost tired and the hairy shadow across his chin and cheeks only added to the affect. ‘What?’ she asked, still standing in the same spot, not moving. Jon smiled, his teeth another mark of perfection to add to the list. ‘Nothing. I guess I’m just waiting for your landlady to come by and tell me to keep the blood line pure.’ Jon opened his eyes wide, mocking. She twirled in the sunlight and looked at me with a big grin. “We'll take it!” She declared. Tara The room was perfect. We got settled in, I changed into linen capri pants and a bikini top and made my first rum drink from the stocked wet bar. Roger was already outside taking in the scenery so I joined him. He was looking down and not out at the ocean, my gaze followed his and I saw why he was smiling. Lying out getting some sun was a bronzed blonde. She was wearing just her bikini bottoms,.