" Wendell didn't need to look at his face in order to realize that this was the black youth who'd given him directions on the street. "You ready for d...is, boy?!" "Yes. Oh yes, please," rasped Wendell, never taking his eyes off the juncture of the black cock and the girl's ravaged asshole. The young man grinned, pulled back with his arms to lift the poor girl higher, then began pumping his hips upward with rapid strokes. "Oh-h-hhh ... mmm-y-yy ... G-o-dd-d!" she cried as tears began running down. As he always did, the horse flared his nostrils and whinnied at the show of affection.Annette found that her terror had lessened, not only because Blaze was happy to have her touch but because the king was near to her. In fact, she sat upon his arm with her free arm around his neck for support.“Blaze, I’m going to lift her to your back,” the king told the horse – as though the animal understood him. “Behave yourself.”The horse responded by pressing his nose more firmly against Annette’s small. I kissed her gently but passionately, biting her lower lip and holding her face with my hands. She didn’t weight much. I rolled her onto her back, under my shirtless body; a gasp escaped from her lips. I pulled the tight blue t-shirt off of her, feeling every inch of her back with my hands as the fabric progressed over her head. Her breath quickened again as I teasingly removed her white, lacy bra. I threw it on the floor, out of the way. And there we lay, my lips against hers, learning. She said, “That was fun, wasn’t it?” I gritted my teeth a little, “Just where the heck are you going with this?” “Well you brought me here and introduced me to this cute waitress who you obviously have a thing for. I thought we should have a little fun to lighten our evening.” “I do NOT have a thing for her!” She looked at me with a smirk on her face, “Maybe you can convince yourself of that, but I saw how you looked at her. You want to get in her pants and I just might make that happen!” My.