My Mom had repeatedly warned me of the "dangers" of riding my bike on that street, for it was the street where all the "negroes" lived, and they might...stop me and beat me up ... what a bunch of total crap – in earlier times, when I was playing ball at the park almost every day after school, several of the boys from up on White Street would come down for a game ... they all were just as regular guys as anyone else, so I never bought into her warnings. I went thru there, waving at anyone I saw. My breasts bouncing, ass jiggling. Her luscious melons heaving with every intake of breathe. Up and down, sweat dripping. I turn it up, she matches me. I am starting to breathe heavily, but she is struggling. No wonder she doesn’t run as much as me, with tits like those it hurts me watching her bounce. I give a slight smirk as I turn my treadmill all the way up. With a discouraging hrmmpph she turns her treadmill down, then off. Storming away, I take my victory lap before turning it. “Toman! What are you doing with that? We are not allowed to have weapons of the adults yet.”“What are you talking about? I made this, though I am having a little trouble drawing it.” I told him as his eyes got even larger.“That isn’t possible!” Atohi said astonished. “That skill takes many moons to accomplish!” He took the bow I had made in his hands touching it as if it were a sacred relic! “This is a fine quality weapon! You are joking with me! I see! You found this and were just looking at. Marlene had on a long and loose full skirt and a real pretty white satin blouse. She has large boobs and you could easily see she doesn't believe in wearing a bra. Around mid-night Marlene and I were in the powder room. She was really getting tipsy and I had to help her a little. Her boyfriend Danny was back at our table passed out and Mark wasn't feeling any pain. Marlene told me that during the last two dances that Mark not only tried to kiss her a few times but had rubbed her left tit and.