My blonde ponytail brushed against the back of my shoulders as I ran, blocking out my thoughts. There were two different tracks running in my mind, my... usual, dominant type-A personality demanding that I get my ass to a hospital right now.And another, more soothing whisper, telling me it would all be alright.Just keep running.Just keep going.Everything will be fine.I kept running, trying to block out the competing channels of thoughts, not even sure where I was going, just running as though. Not quiet the response my loving wife would have given before our previous encounter. So all along she must have been hoping to be in this situation."He is in the hedge opposite your feet "."He'll get the best veiws there" and with that she opened her legs.My fingers slowly moved down her body and found her slit within her pubic hair. I gentle ran my fingers up and down those wet lips. So she wants to give the guy a show aye !!. I raised myself into a kneeling position as my fingers did there. I notice a couple of girls I know from the bar I hang out at the most, we sometimes throw darts there. We ackowledge each other from a distance. The guys and girls are shooting darts, drinking and mingling when I notice a not so attractive fat mature female playing one of those gambling machines right next to the restrooms. I go to the men's room cause I got to piss real bad, I always stop at the bar first and order my drink before using a restroom. I come out of the restroom, all the guys are. Jordan, in all his dark and imposing glory, brought up the rear. The striking black man was determined to finish whatever Daniel started and madder than hell that Lula had stopped him from ‘teaching’ Daniel some manners. White man or not, Daniel had no reason to talk to Lula like she was a disobedient dog, and, in truth, Jordan had been shocked at Daniel’s viciousness. He’d never believed Emma’s son capable of haughtiness or cruelty until today. Jordan was determined to make sure that none of.