I didn’t understand what the big deal was with civil rights. All men are created equal. It says so right in the Declaration of Independence.Red and ...ellow, black and white,They are precious in his sight.Jesus loves the little children of the world.I just did not get it.I still don’t.Back to SelmaI didn’t walk the whole route. I walked out a mile from the bridge and saw the souvenir shops that were set up to market to the memorial march that was slated for just two weeks later. I didn’t stay for. “I mean, sometimes my mom, but…” his voice trailed off. Susan thought about Timmy’s mom, Helen, a dark-haired beauty with very nice tits, smaller than Susan’s but hard and round. The fact that Timmy admitted to Susan that he’d seen his mother’s breasts emboldened her. “No? I mean, have you ever seen breasts like these?” Susan suddenly pulled the scoop-neck aside with her left hand, and, with her right, lifted her tits out of her shirt, letting them flop against her chest. Her nipples were. Her tongue curiously circled the perimeter of it, and she picked up the musky taste of her grandma.She lifted up her head and looked at the old lady. She was lying on her back, eyes closed, with a slight smile on her face. Her loins were still parted, and a trickle of seed ran down from her meaty lips onto her anus.Then, the woman opened her eyes again, and looked at Cindy. "And how was it for you, my dear?" It was great!", Cindy gushed, but then she added: "But I’m also a bit sore, grandma. I. Freya sent Roger Moore a ‘good luck and congratulations’ card from you on the day of the premiere, so you need to thank her for that. His people are trying to kill the snub idea, but it could still come up.”“Okay. Get PR to write me something”, I said, shaking my head in disbelief. It was stupid how the smallest things seemed to get blown up. Changing the subject, I had to assuage my curiosity. “Any news from Sir Edward?”He smiled, mischievously. “Mission completed overnight. The target didn’t.