"So, who is this girl Nora?" "Her name is Kyra. She just moved into the school district this year. We have several classes together but this is the fi...st time she has said or done anything like this." I knew Kyra. She was in one of my marketing classes at school. She was a beautiful young women, conservative in her clothing and ideas, so the fact that she had hit on my daughter surprised me. "What do you want to do about this then?" Sherry asked. "I would really like to kiss her again but what. My b*other was usually the judge. He would sit on the bed looking at my s*sters tits & asses till he would disappear to his room. After i got old enough to join in I noticed that two of my older s*sters would disappear to their room. I also noticed that my pussy would get very very wet when we'd play our games. One day after we'd played time game i went to my room & stood beside my bed, pulled my li*tle shorts & pants down to my knees & got on my bed. My fingers found my lit*le mound & began. At least, there are guys who think they know what the old ideas were. I see troublemakers all the time. They'll use anything to make their ideas seem attractive. But, all they really want is to make themselves important." You're still thinking of The Yemen, Jazz. Those guys were real throwbacks. I never knew the old Bedouin ways still existed. What I mean is those guys didn't know any better. I doubt if any of them had ever been more than a day or two in a Controlled Area." That's different,. As she drove by the house she noticed a small crowd of large black men standing around on the porch talking near the front door which was open. There had to be a good dozen of them. The house itself was a brown and white colored mess with boarded up windows and clear signs of long term condemned vacancies.She drove by it, momentarily afraid of stopping and then quickly parked about four houses down in front of a vacant lot that looked like there used to be a house there. In fact, as she looked.