’ Cheryl locked it and started getting dressed, her fingers fumbling for her shirt and bra. She was dimly aware that she was beginning to tremble. �...�Who is it?’ ‘Probably some local asshole trying to mess with us,’ Teddy ventured as he pulled his pants back on, his voice laced with a furious growl. ‘I’m gonna talk to him.’ ‘Teddy!’ Her hand pistoned out and grabbed his forearm as he buttoned his jeans, ‘No you’re not. That was a huge shadow. Just start the car and let’s go.’ Teddy thought for a. ” She whimpered “you need to stop for a while. My pussy needs a rest.” “Anything for you baby doll.” I said as she got up on very wobbly knees. “I need to refill my wineglass. Do you want a beer?” “Sure baby.” She trailed her hand down the length of my cock as she got up and made her way to the camper on unsteady legs. Her nipples were rock hard and almost glowing in the dim light cast by the fire and her pussy was wet and swollen. She returned a moment later with a glass of wine for herself. Bufford looked away from the bobbing head to his brother. “Clyde, he’s a good old boy.”The police chief shifted in the cushy chair, crushed his empty beer can, and, with a flick of his wrist, hurled it at the black woman. It bounced off her back and clattered on the floor. She flinched.“You don’t know him from Adam,” the police chief said.“I’ve been watching him. He’s one of us.”“He’s not from around here. And he ain’t related so he’s not one of us.”“He treats niggers like dirt.”The black woman. The time when someone arrives at a party tells everything about that person. It was also true for Boris. His mind was racing for no reason, he had already contemplated a hundred times the possibility to back away. After all, there was nothing wrong in enjoying a pint watching a good old Swansea-Wimbledon football game. But Boris was also stubborn, sometimes. Proud too, or at least he thought he was, proud enough at least to speak himself into going to that goddamn party see what the fuss was.