”Phil rolled his eyes. She might tower over him in her Glamazon heels but he still figured he outweighed her by 50 pounds.“Top down?” he asked w...hen he got in.Grace looked down at her chest and then to Phil with a grin.“The car,” he said.“Too cold for that shit,” she answered.“It’s 72 degrees out,” Phil noted. “I was checking the weather back home. They’re calling for snow tonight.”“Screw that,” Grace told him. “I don’t mind seeing snow in the distance – so long as it’s 80 degrees where I’m. And after he had looked and realized that it was the young brave whose father was killed by his stick of dynamite,Bufford had ran over to his gun-belt,reached for his gun and aimed it at the enraged brave."I DO RECCON THAT IT'S TIME FOR YOU TO BE REUNITED WITH YOUR PAPPY,YOU SAVAGE SON-OF-A-BITCH!",yelled an angry Bufford,just before he was about to fire his gun at the young brave.But just as he was about to do so,a shocked Joanna had raced over to the scene,placed herself in the line of fire. "You gonna report us?" Fucking arseholes," she grumbles to herself, snatching her artwork away from me as she kneels on the floor to sort through her things. "What did you call us?" Chris snarls, using his size to intimidate her by standing over her.Responding to the rapidly escalating situation, horrified by what I'm witnessing, I shove him back against the wall, caring little for his reaction. "Leave her alone, Chris. I fucking mean it."His face blazes with fury, nose flaring as he considers. I was glued and unable to say a word as I was so taken by what these four fit, young and hung black guys were putting my slim wife through however, Jane was far from unhappy, one after the other she would ask for the next bull.Eventually after almost three hours of hard sex, these four Young’s guns had finally worn themselves out and depleted their ball into and over my wife, and at about 3.00am they got dressed, thanks Jane for her entertainment and began to leave, Tyrone turned to me and.