After an hour, we went out to buy some vodka and ordered pizzas. While we were drinking and eating, we were high enough to talk trash.Kishore – Dude... your mom is so hot. Wish I could see her naked.Me – Shut up, bro. It’s my mom you’re talking about.Kishore – That’s the truth. No wonder why the male teachers stare at her during Parent-Teacher meetings.Me – Yeah, that’s true.Kishore – Dude, Rakhi aunty must be so great in bed. The person who must have slept with her must have been in heaven.Me –. White store owner. Black teacher and black principal.“After that, I was constantly rousted by white cops no matter what I did. I could be walking down the street minding my own business and a squad car would pull over and two white cops would jump out and start asking all kinds of questions. I couldn’t even walk home from the grocery store with a bag without getting stopped to make sure I hadn’t robbed the place. It sounds like I’m exaggerating, but at least once a week some asshole cop would. He reached over the side of the bed and came up holding a Police Traffic Officer's cap, which he placed on the back of his head. Grinning, he leaned forward and took hold of both her breasts in his hands, his thumbs brushing up and over her nipples as he worked the soft compliant flesh between his fingers. His hands massaged, molded, and squeezed the full mounds, making sure that the buds at the apex of each got plenty of attention. The process of friction and manipulation was raising pink. Mrs. Hartwell came back into the kitchen and spotted me. She stepped closer and asked, “What are you doing in here?”I looked at her, giving her my best incredulous stare, and then glanced toward the living room. “I’m hiding.”She pointed. “You have to get out there and take care of this.”“I know,” I said. “But I’d rather deal with them one at a time. After all, that’s how the counter works.”She sighed. “Fine. I’ll bring in Lisa,” she said, but got no further.Stefany of the blue hair came around.