She just walked up to my table and said, "Hello, I'm Amy." Just like that.No, it's not that Amy. It isn't even her real name. A lot of people still us...e nyms in here. What? No! She wasn't extreme at all. Just because I like to play roles doesn't mean that everyone does.Okay, I know you're teasing, Henry, but please don't. Not now. I'm trying to do this for you, but it's awfully hard. Just let me tell it my way.Okay. Okay. I'm not angry.Anyway, as I said, she sat down, as comfortable as anyone. I’ve never seen anyone picked apart so easily and so thoroughly.’ ‘He thought we wouldn’t have a plan,’ said Jeff. ‘He thought he’d waltz into our encampment and we would lay down our arms. Even now he doesn’t know what our plan was.’ ‘Amazing. Most of all,’ I said, ‘I can’t believe it was this easy.’ ‘It wasn’t. It’s not over. He may have come in overconfident, but I assure you he has a backup plan. And he may have a backup to the backup.’ ‘But you have a plan to handle that,’ I said with. The fact that one of those Latinos on the freeway had, from a distance, actually resembled Enrique a bit (or was it her sexed-up mind playing tricks?) didn't help. Yeah, they had decided to give each other a little freedom. But she had fallen for his looks in the first place and still had a soft spot for his type. Taste, even BAD taste, doesn't change overnight!Her crush on her newfound Black Stallion was of a different order still; while she could at least IMAGINE Enrique as the father of her. She shifted off of him, then moved up his body and sat back down. She ground her pussy into his cock.He moaned and moved his head from side to side. “Butt Boy likes that,” she said. “If you like that, you’ll love this.”She tilted her hips and began rubbing her asshole up and down over the entire length of his cock. Base to tip. Base to tip. He gasped when she repeatedly rubbed her hole against the tip of his cock.“Oh, darn it!” she said in her best coquette voice. “I just can’t get that big.