Vanessa’s thoughts soon drifted from boring, academic notions, to hoping she would soon meet like-minded girlfriends, with similar interests in shop...ing for expensive, high fashion clothes & jewellery. She also knew her impeccable fashion sense would help attract suitable boyfriends, & filter potential husbands, who could maintain her present, pampered, exotic lifestyle. Suddenly, Vanessa’s attention was grabbed by the sound of a voice. A shabbily dressed, middle-aged woman had sat down, &. Yes, yes I can..." ooh ooh that smell, the smell of death surrounds you.." "' To add to the intoxicating rush I was experiencing I took the pack of smokes out of my pocket, hit the bottom of it a few times on the dashboard and ripped off the plastic. I pulled a cigarette out of the pack with my lips and grabbed the lighter from the ashtray. Ohh, sweet sweet menthol. Remembering the beer I'd taken out before I cracked it open and was instantly refreshed. This is my night, nothing will go wrong.. Whatever. It was fascinating to see the muscles in her back bulge and flex as she rode, and I held her hips tight, her butt slamming against me and the impact shock wave reflecting back up through her butt muscles each time just got me hotter. Finally, I began to feel ‘the spark’ begin to glow, and started to grunt with her rhythm. It seems to me that this primal signal connects to the female’s instinctive urges and helps her climax higher. Eve began to cry out with that sound that women make. ‘I have had that feeling with white men quite often, that they look down on us, with their brainwash and arrogance induced racial arrogance, yet one on one, face to face, they bow down to me.’ He then told her that he had bashed up Tom and the guy now looked at him with hate, but stayed out of his way. ‘You beat him up. That was wrong. You cant win against white men with violence for it is their culture, and they have all the bombs. What if he goes and get skinheads to way lay you and kill you..