“Quiet down,” he said, “that fucking bitch who lives downstairs from me is always giving me dirty looks. She’s just fucking jealous I wouldn�...��t touch her with a ten foot pole.” “YEAH, FUCKING JEALOUS CUNT BITCH!” Jenny yelled into the night towards the complete stranger’s apartment. “I’m going to get this big, fucking, black cock and you won’t get any, you ugly whore.” Darren’s downstairs neighbor was neither ugly nor was she a whore. She was a quiet, attractive, young Black woman who was. I started my bike and wait for her to climb.She was cool as she hopped on and placed her hand on my shoulders.As we rode,I used to stare at her through the mirror and she was always smiling.At that time(Call it my luck) i have to pull the breaks suddenly as one boy ran across the street in front of us.And wow!! I feel something very soft pressed against my back..My heart literally skipped a beat and to my joy i heard the softest of chuckle from behind.Not daring to look back i moved ahead and. She was also a powerful magic user, and the forest was her domain. She was ever aware of what occured throughout its confines, and no one could enter without her being aware of it. Those who came with dark intent soon learned their lesson, those who were innocent, were allowed to go on their way. Sometimes, if the Enchantress felt a need, a traveler might be seduced, or enticed, to join her in her cottage for a time. Then, they would pleasure one another, taking delight in their passions, till. " She said and Blackie, his ears lying back in confusion began walking.As they left the Inn Jo saw Simon and his two helpers approaching, she called to him. "Sir Jones is in trouble, come with ... me." She said hesitating over the last word."But we were told to report to..." Simon started to say but Jo fixed him with her gaze and he could see the seriousness behind them."I'm a part of the Inn, will you protect me?" Jo said simply and nudged Blackie with her legs, the horse moved on following.