She glanced over at me again, to make sure I was asleep, then slowly flipped the page. Her tongue crept out to wet her suddenly dry lips and I saw her...breasts heave with the sudden intake of air as she tried to catch her breath. She slipped her hand up under her t-shirt and slowly began tweaking her breast, rolling her nipple between thumb and forefinger, then grasping it and pulling it away from her body. As she slowly flipped through the pages of the magazine, her breath became more labored. ”“Maybe. But still, I’m sorry.” A few moments later, she said, “Do you really not want to go tomorrow?”I shrugged again. It was my standard response to questions I didn’t really want to answer.“Why go then?”“I told you, I don’t have a choice.”“Of course, you have a choice.”I grinned. “You’ve met my friends, right? Amanda? Scary lady with big boobs?”She giggled. “I’ve seen her around but I don’t think I’ve ever really met her.”“Lucky you. I’ll have to introduce you.”“Best not.”“You’re probably. "I'll get it, you are showing way too much right now."She was right. The tee-shirt was all wrinkled, and damp across both of my breasts. The white shirt was almost translucent, showing my hard nipples. The shorts looked almost like I peed in them. More important, I might have torn off the head of whoever interrupted us!Patty came back in. "Brooke, look who stopped by." She moved to one side and guess who, of course-Tom. I wanted to kill her, and him. I screeched and ran for cover, but he still. They were of course both shocked by the unprovoked incident but a few days later that same black man was fucking his wife in their bedroom while he watched. Most white guys do no not even put up a fight when challenged by a black guy but they often tremble in fear with looks of confusion on their faces, crying as their girlfriends walk away with the alpha male. It has become normal to refer to black men as being superior and refer to white men as weak pussies. As a white male, it has become.