He is black, I am white. We look great together, and the upside to the size difference is when he decides to throw me around, there is absolutely noth...ng I can do. When he bent me over, I had no choice but I wouldnt have had it any other way. I love it when he hits it from the back, because I can feel his cock in my stomach that way (and when Im on top). My naked ass was in the air, and he was pounding into me, and I heard a car coming. Neither of us wanted to stop in fact the idea of someone. I suppose I had that old Colonel lady to thank for that. While it excited me that Ben felt 'frisky', there was a time and a place for everything and this was neither the time nor the place for that!We approached the hospital and the driver announced, "Sir, you need to see what's going on."The lieutenant laughed and said, "I have already heard about it so do not worry."Ben demanded, "What the hell is going on?"I kissed him on the cheek and said, "I do not know."The BTR-80 stopped, the doors. The wake of a beaver was visible on the surface and Dave saw the beaver dam directly in front of the tunnel. The outflow from the dam wandered off past a large grove of large spruce trees in the other direction. It was almost as if he had stepped into some sort of huge movie set, so perfect was the setting. He watched an eagle swoop down on the beaver pond with a splash, and then battle the water with flailing wings to regain flight while it gripped a wriggling, glistening trout in it’s deadly. . . God's away on business…” Discomfort with pragmatisms at work jigsawed with Waits' lyrics. “Forget our virtue and put stones in our bed.” I wanted to turn over and go back to *****. My thoughts and bladder conspired against me.I sat up and tried to open my eyes. The lids were glued then ballasted with sand. They sc*****d across my pupils. My eyes refused to focus as I stumbled towards the bathroom. The terrain of the bedroom and livingroom beyond were foreign.Reality *****d itself on me. The.