.. well I ... I shouldn't have said anything." Yeah, I see your point. Me seeing you in your bra and panties, and you seeing me in my jockey shorts, n..., that wouldn't be a good idea."They stopped talking at that point, and started rubbing their bodies together, wishing so much that they could feel each other's skin.A bit later, Carl whispered, "Susie, I had a thought." What?" Well, it's gotten really dark outside, and I don't have any lights on, so the only light is from the TV." And?" If I. So this guy was a total player, always plowing the best white girls of course. I was okay at getting girls but never quite had the confidence, the body, the dick, or the performance to be a true player. Well, he began one night when we were both pretty drunk by bragging about one of his beautiful white conquests. A German exchange student that apparently "loved black dick," or at least loved his black dick. He was bragging about how much she loved it, how she begged for it, how disrespectful he. Sera rubbed Viola’s wax back and let out a content sigh as Viola’s fingers moved around.Finally, they traced their way to Sera’s pussy and tickled the clit. Sera laughed, but it soon turned into a moan as Viola’s fingers worked their magic. She inserted one finger, then a second, smirking at Sera’s quickening breaths. She rubbed her clit with her thumb as she pumped her fingers in and out, twisting and curling them for maximum pleasure.Viola picked up Sera again, spun around, and set her on the. Shaking his head, he left the shack and returned to the railroad tie. He sat down and looked at the men around him. He realized that he wasn’t seeing with his artist’s eye. He’d been seeing the superficial features of the people around him. It was as if he was shying away from seeing too deeply into the world around him. Had the loss of his girlfriend and best friend stolen his ability to look beyond the surface? Was he afraid of what he’d learn if he looked too deeply into the soul of his.