I sat down to enjoy a soda. She came over and sat down with me at a table outside. We talked some small talk. I still remember her work polo shirt unb...ttoned to her cleavage. It wasn't overly sexy or anything, but she looked so cute and her tits were so pert and overflowing that it worked for her. She also wore somewhat inappropriate white Capri pants. I could see her pockets through it, but no pantie lines. When I looked closely I could see the outline of a tiny white g-string... maybe. "Shit,. Cunningham had given me the man’s name andtelephone number as the owner of a pony. I had calledCameron, and he had seemed happy to have me come overand take some pictures.Helen had begged off accompanying me. She had to stayby the telephone, she had said, in case some news aboutClyde developed.She completed her call and came over to the sofa whereI sat. “Would you believe the mess?” she asked,pointing to the spot on the floor. She sat down andstared at it blankly. “I. I often take long wiffs of her hair and body because she always smells so good. I really like how nice she keeps her nails, always a fresh manicure and pedicure with her hair always fixed to perfection. She stands 5’3, a nice 120, very curvy in all the right places, nice plump breast with nice size nipples that perk up and poke through her shirt if she is in the right mood or if it gets a bit chilly outside. Her ass is that of a typical African American woman, nice and plump with very sexy. Just get his God damn pants off."Dustin closed his eyes as if hoping that this was just a realistic nightmare. His teeth were tightly clenched shut.I pulled his pants down to his knees. John was fast on giving directions. "Get his boxers down too."My hands shook uncontrollably as I pulled his boxers down. I did not look at what was in his boxers. I just sat back and closed my eyes. John was beside me in seconds, smacking my cheek again. He grabbed a chunk of my hair and forced my head up. "Look.