Diane trailed a finger down his jaw, then his neck, stroking up and down. He held her head a little tighter, and pulled her lips onto his. She slowly ...troked her fingers zig zagging across his chest, crossing down until she felt his stomach, then the belt and top of his jeans. Paul broke off for a second, breathing in sharply. Diane’s hand paused, resting against his tummy, then he came back to her lips and kissed her hard again. In one move she slid her hand down full onto his crotch. She. I squirmed a bit, feeling my body react with a surge of warmth in my own panties, and a strange achy longing."It's pretty," I blurted out. She only smiled at me and began to sort of flick at the top part of her puss. As she did, her face changed, seeming distracted or far away suddenly. "Ohh, oh it feels really nice," she said in a tone more like an exhale than speaking. Her finger moved rapidly back and forth across the bare skin. She looked at me, but I could tell she was inside herself,. . naive at times about the Klan, like most white folks, but trust me, this is the birthplace of the motherfuckers, or rather, Pulaski is. Same state, anyway. I’m a brother from this state, as you know. I know the history. Once they stopped doing petty pranks and went political, the Klan was ALWAYS a homegrown terrorist organization, America’s first in fact. That’s why they were able to kick the Reconstruction governments out of office as soon as they did and put the Redeemer Democrats in.“The. I wasn’t, of course. Whatever had been done to me also made my head much more susceptible to going with the flow of whatever had happened to me. Well, suppose if I can’t find a Pokemon to interact with, I might as well start interacting with myself!I’m a male. I have a penis.Alright, strange place for my thoughts to start, I admit, but apparently that’s what they wanted to think about. That one was pretty easy to confirm with just a casual glance, so I knew I was on the right track. It was.