I became a little frightened by the size of his bulge. Then I myself started moving my hands on his hairy legs. He took my hand and placed it inside h...s shorts. I understood what he wants and took his bulge in my hands and started stroking it. I was really astonished by feeling its size & thickness and it was full of hairs all around it. He was not wearing his panties inside. Now he opened the strings of the lower part of my night suit and inserted his hand in my panties and touched my hairy. Well, I'm gonna show you what you been missin'. Maybe I'll even leave a little Darnell in you. Would you like that?"As he leaned down to kiss her, she spat in his face. Immediately, he slapped her hard with both hands, using full swings of his arms."Big fucking man," she ground out through her tears of pain and rage. "Beat helpless and pregnant women. You're not a black man. You're a shitty little street nigger. You aren't even fit to be a slave. My family would have sold you off, you worthless. .Like our previous encounter, this one also takes place in my car. Even though this time it was my turn, I couldn't let her touch me without a whole lot of french kissing followed by me sticking my hand down her panties and fingering her. She loved it, but had to actually stop me, it was her turn to play with me and she wanted to... We continued making out, but this time she started to rub my cock over my pants (much like I did with her and still do when we play with each other). I had sent. As I approached town center to loop around to Fayetteville Street, the fire trucks came out from Raleigh Street to Weeks Circle.After they passed me, I drove around to the Sheriff’s office. Or so I thought. The sign on the front of the building didn’t say “Sheriff’s Office.” Instead, it said, “Newton Grove Police Department.”For a moment, I sat in the car, staring at the building. Faith said the Sheriff talked to Mom about Dad’s disappearance. If that was true, then why weren’t the police.