He leaned his head down and attached his lips to hers, slipping his hand through the crotch less part of the underwear, he started to rub her clit. �...Ahh. God, no! Stop! Please!” “Oh but why?” His fingers slid down more, rubbing and feeling her wet cunt all around. “Damn, you’re so warm and soaked down there… so you’re actually enjoying this, eh?”Hayly stammered in frustration, “No, but my body seems to be…” “Well… let’s give your body what it wants, shall we?” He pushed his fingers right. And Grayhock played to the camera, his country-boy aphorisms spilling out in an apparently stream-of-consciousness manner. I suspected that he practiced before a mirror.“There’s a reason God gave white people the brains. To run things. You can look it up.”“Nine-eleven will be a more revered American holiday that the Fourth. You can look it up.”“Not all darkies are criminal.” Head-turn to spit out tobacco juice, “But there’s a reason why so many are behind bars. You can look it up.”“Hitler did a. "I meant your coat, hat and gloves." She looked down at herself and laughs. "oh, I guess you are right." She takes off her gloves and hat, and I open a closet that is against the left wall when facing the door. She hands me her hat and gloves and I put them on the shelf above the hangers and pull out a hanger for Melody's coat. I turn back towards her and once again, I am awe struck by her beauty. She is wearing a red velvet sweater over a white turtle neck and dark blue or maybe they are. ” “Seven, actually. I'm aiming at a master's degree in European linguistics. I have my own money, through trust funds set up by my father and my uncles. So I am totally free., and I have a ravenous sexual appetite..” I was intrigued by all this. How many partners have you had?” “Probably about 600.” That answer surprised me. A con artist would lie about that because it's not exactly respectable. “Now you have to tell me yours.” “Fair enough,” I said. “I estimate about 2,000.” She didn't even.