All the white people watched them with envious smiles, eyes filled with jealous and lust, probably saying some shit like, ‘Oh, die haben es im Blut... diese Neger!’ (they got it in their blood, these Niggaz). Dez was feeling her, her body was hot, soft and wonderfully sexy. She moved so well. She turned around and made her ass pop all over his dick. He glanced over at her man and saw the German looking at them with jealous and at the same time entranced eyes. Dez the pulled up his cap. Trish saw. A groan escapes his lips and echoes through the phone. I teasingly ask if hes ok. More than, he replies. I am now back on my bed, naked, and so very, very horny, I tell him. I am laying back against the satin covered pillows. My chest heaves with the deepened breaths I am now experiencing. My nipples are painfully erect. My pussy is sopping wet with excitement. He again groans and I hear his breathing so much heavier now. I can vaguely hear the slapping of his hand as he pumps his cock. I try. “I got the idea of revenge from Otto Dix.” I thought hard, trying to place the name. “The painting?”“Very good, Mr. Tarakan! And why that painting?” I had thought little of it – It was ugly. Hitler, riding on the back of a skeleton, and a pig in a wig. Not my taste. I mused, trying to be positive, “you liked it enormously?”“No, Mr. Tarakan.” Exasperated, she stood and looked down on me, as an overpowering teacher does to an annoying pupil.“You are not the sharpest pebble on the beach are. Disappointed, Betty lay quietly in the blacked-out bedroom, glad that they both wanted their sleeping area cut off from any light that would disturb them and cause them to awaken too early. She lay on her back, wondering if Danny was in the room yet, or if he was waiting for the sound of the shower before he would sneak in and crawl into bed with her.So much, so often, she thought; only yesterday, she would have kept track of the number of times she was screwed in any given month. Very easily,.