I thought I had to tell her everything."Gloria, I need to tell you something. What I said earlier today about not wanting to be just another guy was e...tirely true. However, at the time I said all that stuff it was an adaptation of my plan.Now after spending the evening with you, I realize that the part about getting to know you and spending time with you is actually the truth. I just didn't know it this morning. I'm sorry I did that. I have found that you are much more than just a pretty face. She likes getting her ass fingered better than any of the Anglos we have fucked so far."As soon as those words of bawdy praise had come tumbling out of his mouth, she climaxed with a long, body shuddering groan of unabashed, animalistic, raw sexual pleasure.While her body was still shaking, she heard, Pablo exclaim, "God damn, compadres, look at this Anglo slut having the big one. She is proving to be such a hot assed bimbo that we are going to be able to do anything we want to her."When her. So does my husband Jeffrey, my sister the Reverend Winifred and her husband Fred. Tony had become quite a close family friend from the time I had met him at the Choir retreat in Mombasa. He sounded a ‘nice’ person though at the time I would have been hard pressed to say what that meant. It was just something I felt inwardly. On our return afterwards, I got to talk with him and his character really affected me. When I told him without giving it much thought that the Rev Winifred was my younger. . I..."James' lips curled into a wicked grin. "Good girl, Debby. You want to be a good girl, don't you?"Debby swallowed. "Yes... " She breathed. "I-I want to b-be a g-good girl..." Kathy... I don't understand..." I know you don't, Irene, that's the problem. That's always been the problem."Irene Barlowe swallowed. She stood with her back against the lockers, still dressed in her cheerleading outfit from tryouts that afternoon after classes, her black hair tied into a makeshift ponytail. Kathy.