We both share stories of college life and laugh at all the things we still have in common. We decide to exchange numbers when this guy walks up on us....I don’t know who he it. I was about to ask him what his problem was when Amore said “Suga, let me introduce u to my man, Gavin.” Gavin was a tall average looking man with smooth caramel skin and a voice that sounds as if he could make a woman just melt. (Over the phone that is) I mean, don’t get me wrong, he wasn’t a bad looking guy, just not. He is also closer to the instinctual nature of his people, closer than anyone has been in thousands of years, much like his father. My granddaughter has told me of the wildness he keeps trapped inside, trapped behind shields that no one will ever breach. For all his power, he is still just a man, and that is what makes him so powerful. He knows this and he has never wanted what is thrust upon him, much like Resumar did not. And that is why her connection to him is so pure, much like his elf. The occasional exhortation slipped out to keep fucking her or how big his dick was and how wet it made her pussy. Lewd thoughts streamed through his mind non-stop for hours. He really could go on all night like this. It was so wrong, and so, so hot! He stared at the swampy joining where her splayed cunt-lips sucked his cock in endlessly. She wouldn't even let him play with her little clit, protested his hand blocked their view as she watched along with him. So lost in his lover's pussy, he. Mauled innocent kid, tonite, based on bad info. Stalked and preyed and dropped on Body… Body didn’t deserve it, Body didn’t do anything wrong. Could cry about it. Could get choked up. Lose focus. But choking up, losing focus, doesn’t help find guilty people. Every minute wasted on introspection is another minute Guilty gets away. Another mile down highway in stolen car. Another quarter spent on phone calls to friends for help. Should be out there looking. But, two minutes with Body is least I.