“We all need to get a piece of that fine white ass” said Fat BC“No, I don’t do that”.“Bitch is it because we are niggas? I know that if we...were crackers, that we would already have their tiny white cocks in that fine ass”“I promise I am a virgin and am not a racist”.“Then prove it Bitch.”“How, by fucking you?”“No, for starts, just take off your bikini, right here”“You know I can’t do that here”.“Why not? You don’t want niggers to see that cunt?”“I promise that I’m not a racist and it has. I almost couldn't help myself and it seemed that my prick was controlling my mind. No it wasn't that." There was a long pause before he continued. "Ellie, I know my prick is small even compared with some white people but they needn't have poked fun at me like that. Not in front of her." Who Roger?" Those young fellows with painted bodies, the ones you called the marauders." Another long pause during which I wished I had the ability to read his mind. "We stayed around the square a little while. ”“You, my fucking Bull are a real bastard.” She looked around us for a moment and then took a deep breath. Her nipples were poking out hard through the front of her dress and the red in her cheeks was from far more than just make up! She looked up into my green eyes as she let out her breath and gave a short quick nod, as if the debate within her mind had been settled. “Okay, Mr. Bull. I am yours.”I turned and walked toward the door and to the car I had rented earlier in the day. 10 Minutes. Every inch of her body was tingling. "No wonder why Emily is so crazy about you!" she would love to know what he could do to a woman in bed."Let's go make lunch, I'm starving!" he gave her tiny bottom one more good squeeze and they went to the kitchen.All during the time Donna cooked they're lunch she made sure to give Jack little peeks of her tiny bottom. She would reach an inch or so more than she needed to; making sure the shirt exposed her bottom."Girl, you show that sexy ass of yours one.