They didn’t really care. She was “Free, white, and over twenty-one,” to use the no longer politically correct vernacular from a time gone past. ...or the purposes of this argument, she was “white” to them. No pun intended.But neither sort of people really knew or cared about Mindy Middlesex as a human being. Jane wanted people to give her a chance, maybe get to know her a little bit, and perhaps begin to care about her. Granted, the primary beneficiary of all this wasn’t Mindy. It was Bobby. But. I went home and called my mother at work to let her know what happened. She told me not to worry about it and that we would talk about it when she got home. What I really appreciated was that a male friend accompanied me on the ride home. He reminds me of myself as a young man. He’s cute, funny, and respectful. He’s also the kind of guy, as I was, who often gets tossed into the friend zone.As we rode the three miles to my place, we talked and joked a bit and talked about what had happened. He. We kept kissing and touching each other while moving towards my bed. I wasn't going to be outdone by her, and pushed her onto the bed. I parted her legs, and got my first look at her pussy. It was gorgeous, pink, soaking wet, and, to my surprise, completely shaved, unlike my little blonde patch. I went down on her, licking and slurping her juices, while rubbing my pussy.Oh, did I mention I have a tongue piercing? It's amazing for oral fun, no matter if it's a girl or a guy. Once I go down on. I told him that this was the work of the man he worked for. And he said he was sorry, and he called Max a bastard for doing something like this." She looked up. "How was I to know he'd go and shoot Max? I was only venting my anger." We don't know if this was his reason," Fogerty said soothingly. "It seems your husband has attempted a double-cross. So it may have been simple retribution. These contract operatives have a code of conduct. They never let anybody cheat them. Well, I think this wraps.