“Your name is Anna too? I am Anna Christine,” a girl asked from somewhere in a cage I could not see.In a few minutes things started to become a bi... clearer.The blonde’s names were all some variation of Anna Christine Jones. Brunettes were always some form of Muriel Marie Smith, and the black haired, mostly developed girls were some form of Cassie Loren Wilson. All the boys were variations of Jacob David Smith. The closer I looked at the Muriel Marie Smith’s I saw that they all looked similar to. I was ashamed of that, of being a pervert but I couldn’t help but fantasize. I didn’t act on anything because I didn’t want any problems with the law. I needed to be there for Jake, he was my world. It was harder as Jake grew and got involved in sports and his friends would come over. All his friends were like him, athletic, in shape, crazy boys and they would always be over. Sometimes 5 or more, hanging out, playing video games, watching a movie, whatever. I was happy to see him happy. And if a white woman crossed our path, and she was particularly hot or slutty, Jamal felt totally free to make some comment on her, like he would love to suck on her tits, or feel her nice ass, or get his cock up inside her. Hell, I was saying the same kind of things about white and black women. It worked both ways.One day, a group of three young white women, all of them pushing strollers, passed our squad car and waved at us. Jamal and I smiled and waved back. Half a minute later, one of the. We find somewhere secluded and park the bike's its nearly 13:30 and the heat is unbearable with the leathers on so we both take off our jackets and lie sit down on them to eat. As we talk my eyes glance down at your breasts and notice your nipples are hard and pointing out I reach out and brush them gently watching your reaction as you suck in your breath and lie back to on top of your jacket, I lean over and kiss you on the lips all the time touching and rubbing your breasts feeling your.