It seemed like it wasyesterday but so long ago on the Delta. It was a different world then.The crying, the begging the whining brought back that day....hey were just teens back then.Molly was hot piece of white trash. She had smiled at Bubba as their paths crossed going home. In those days if a white girl smiled at a black boy it meant one thing. They watched her walkin and swayin and teasin them. One day she walked in the wrong place at the wrong time. Ty squeezed Lisa’s ass as hard as he. I added a few to the list – John Saucier, the guy who’s leasing the ponds on our land for crawfish farming. Damned straight he’s invited. He gave us a great deal -free crawfish.Also, Russell Brown. He’s got an airplane, is gonna probably keep it here. Russell’s wife Colleen is a school teacher – middle school. There’s fodder for interesting conversation since I’m married to a high school aged girl and my daughter’s of the age for middle school and neither of them are in school. They’re doing. It was a short message. The letter was from a woman who would be visiting Florida in the summer and wished to meet him. Her name was Marta and said he might know her Oma. Derrick searched his memory for a translation, but by then he had lost most of the German language he had learned in the Army.Derrick didn't know what to think of the letter and tossed it in a drawer to be forgotten until a hot day in mid-July when he had a visitor. Marta had stopped by his apartment to see him. She apologized. I felt the same way, and I just wanted to make sure you did too. Then let me show you how I feel. I nodded towards the bed. She grinned and climbed onto the bed, bending into a doggy position. She flashed her ass at me while moaning seductively. I could clearly see her blushing moist pussy, and couldnt wait to taste it. I jumped onto the bed behind her, and practically swallowed her cunt. My mouth spanned the length of her pussy while my tongue dug in and wiggled around, lapping up all the.