Ryan could feel my body’s response and pulled me tightly into him as our kisses quickly became more passionate. It wasn’t long before we were on ...he couch.There, our kissing escalated. His tongue in my mouth, mine in his. Our tongues were twirling around each other’s. Our sexual passions, desires, and temperatures were quickly rising beyond the boiling point. We wanted each other. Our bodies told us. Our minds told us.Nervous, I 'accidentally' lowered my hand to his crotch. I could feel. The girl though, she was a NewYorker. The driver had been running carriages for three years now, andhad seen a lot of couples - a lot of tourists too. The blanket shiftedas the carriage turned and gave a lurch. He liked running the carriages,even on crisp nights like this. At least the weather had let up from allthe snow.Manhattan, he had decided a long time ago, was two places, right on topof one another. There was the place he lived in, with his ex wife, andhis launderette, and his daily. No Bill, I'm not a prostitute, Jerry is very successful and we have all the money we will ever need. Oh I understand now, you are a slut! He was finished putting up the pictures where he wanted them. He collected his tools and told me he was going to use the bathroom. Bill never asked a woman anything, he told them how things would be. When he returned from the bathroom, he was naked from the waist down, his shirt was totally unbuttoned. His enormous cock stuck swayed from side to side. He had been in big demand when he was a young lad of twenty. One prime day, he even 'serviced' more than twenty-five beautiful white women. With his stamina, if he had kept track of the number of white women he had fucked, he might've even rivaled Wilt Chamberlain's claim of having bedded over twenty thousand women. Today, 'Ole Black Joe' was still considered a legend, at least in his own mind. 'Ole Black Joe' could dream now, couldn't he? Joe didn't know that a dildo had been fashioned after.