And maybe press her lips against Steph’s smiling lips. And maybe maybe maybe. After all. What delights did Steph have between her legs? And what wou...d be the feel of her pale freckled skin against her own slightly olive flesh? Oh fuck! What was she thinking? I mean, she liked girls. Well, girls were good. Not quite the real thing. I mean, there was no fucking dick to grab onto. But good nonetheless. A good rub together and a bit of tittie lick. Nothing better. ‘Cept, she was sure, a good hard. I got half dressed and when I got downstairs Donna was talking to a bloke who happened to be a Council Surveyor who was looking at our adopted private road, as Donna sorted it out she asked him if he'd like a coffee, he said he would and after he'd done some investigation work fifteen minutes later he came into the kitchen. I slipped my hand under Donna's nightie to find her still moist.As Donna was making his drink he said his name was Tom, 28, and had been doing this job for eight years. He. That big bastard is South African."Ioke nodded. She didn't understand how a racial slur could get her angrier than an attempted rape. There weren't many slurs for native Hawaiians. She'd been called a "chink" and a "gook" by people who couldn't tell Asians and Hawaiians apart, but it clearly wasn't the same thing."Walk a little faster," said Gayle. Ioke obeyed, hoping the other woman wasn't about to try anything stupid."Brace yourself," Gayle said. "If they start shooting, drop to the deck.". Mrs. tried to keep her footing while trying to plead in her unintelligible English.A hand grabbed the front of her navy jacket, yanked and Mrs. heard a ripping sound as the two buttons fastening the jacket tore off. Another hand pulled the jacket from behind at the neck and the jacket slid down her back. In seconds, Mrs.'s crisp, new business jacket lay on the floor; her assailant's feet trampling it into the filth.As one man pushed her backward, a black man spanked her knocking the thick,.