When she looked in the direction of the call she spotted Alex and some of the people from the dorm sitting around a table. She recognized Susan and Ka...tlyn. She walked over and immediately noticed the tension in the air. Before she could ask what was going on she recognized the dirty blonde, unruly hair on the head of one of the guys. He was buried in a book.It was Philip. She nodded at him. "He's into books, huh?" she said to Alex."Well," Alex replied, a trace of annoyance passing her face. "What do you mean?" Oh, honey! I feel awful!" Hurt? Mad?" No! All sex! Oh, God, I must be a nymphomaniac! I'm almost as excited as I was before I came!" Want to go again!" Rocky beamed, obviously understanding what it was that was troubling her"Yes! Oh, honey, I'm awful!"He laughed. His voice shook, and she stared wonderingly at him as realization dawned that he was having difficulty controlling himself."Honey!" she exclaimed. "You're ..."He nodded and grinned self-consciously. "I'm damn near. Bowls were passed around. There were fresh goat butter and bread made from some acorns that I had harvested last fall. It was all delicious. "It has certainly been nice to have company," I said after sating my initial hunger."I love your horses," Bethany said. "Could we ride them sometime?" We could," I said. "Do you know how to ride?" A little," she said. "It's scary." It is in the beginning," I said. "It's a long way up." I'd like to see your water tank setup too," Bethany said.“We can come. Like I mentioned before, John and I had a blast during those years, fucking and having our dicks sucked by not only the local women but also those from the Venezuela, Colombia, and god knows what other nationalities that lived in the city.To make it short, I was hooked on Latin women by the time I moved back. After a week at home, I realized that the only women from Latin America were older Mexicans and they were usually as tall as they were wide, not the elegant, sensual, sexy and hot-blooded.