"We turned and made our way back down the lane towards our and Phil's houses.Unfortunately Michelle was ahead of us and was in the lane outside his ho...se, he was behind his front wall with a rifle. I heard him shout, "Get out of the way you stupid cow, you're in my line of fire." Then there was a shot from the four men who were behind the trees at the side of his garden. Phil fell. I reacted by running towards him, but Kelly grabbed me and dragged me down, while saying, "Get down you idiot,. There he stood, the love of her life, before the stove cooking something that smelled divine! He's nude, of course, except for the apron that she insisted that he wear to protect himself when he was cooking.He had the most marvelous buns in creation, and she sashayed up to them and lifted her skirt so that she could rub her pussy against them. As usual, since it's summer, she's not wearing panties, so the feel of skin-on-skin contact pushed her to a minor orgasm. Oh, she loved that feeling! She. Her shiny platform stilettos boasted a heel of at least five inches, open toed and strapped across the ankles. Almost sheer white stockings on her legs were of course held up by a suspender belt, the clasps of which were just barely visible below the hem of her skirt, which was more of a wide strip of cloth than anything else. From behind, one could almost see all the way between the juncture of her thighs, it was so short. Had she sat down in it, it would have ridden up above her waist. A. I didn’t think of white women. Now, as a young Black man living in a milieu where the population was close to one hundred percent white, I did what I had to do when my sexual needs had to be met. Necessity and all that. I was very careful as to whom I dealt with. I read horror stories about young Black men who got falsely accused of sexual misconduct by white women. Dating white women was dangerous, and not something I wanted to do. I did it because I had to. Had there been Black women around,.