She slaps my face..Tameka; Get on your knees and kiss my feet..i do as she says..Tameka: Now look up at me bitch..you see that big bulge...? you know ...hat's my dick right?..i nod..now kiss Tamekas fat dick through the panties...again i do as she says..She walks to her couch and sits down..as she sits, her dick comes out from under her skirt..it's a huge thick 10 inch brown strap on which matches the color of her beautiful dark skin....i stare at it knowing what she is going to make me do. I looked up and two presumably Italian seamen were disputing over something at the foot of a ships’ gangway. I found it hard to understand everything which passed between them as they spoke in a thick dialect which was unfamiliar to me. At that moment a plan formed in my mind and I approached the two men. ‘Excuse me gentlemen, are you Italian?’ I said in my deepest gruffest voice. ‘Not Italian but Sicilian,’ said one of them proudly. ‘And you work on this ship?’ I said indicating the vessel. "It sure is," I quickly agreed. "It's going to be a nice halter-top day, too."All three women rolled their eyes at me. I just laughed.After everyone was fed and dressed, the twelve of us piled into two cars and drove down to the university. Melinda went to her meeting while the rest of us took a leisurely stroll around the campus. It was warm, but not hot. Not too humid. I think the late spring/early summer time is the reason why I love North Carolina.Geoff and I did our share of ogling the. I was tormented for years on end, but the ones who brought me so much pain never got the punishment they deserved. In order to “give me a reprieve from my torture”, I was transferred to a school for troubled kids. That place was hell, with the screams of the mentally disturbed echoing down the hall. It was like being in an insane asylum but with homework. I lost a year there while my tormenters still faced no punishment. For a year, my mind rotted, up to the point where I even began to.