I didn't meet anyone else. After sitting for 5 minutes, I didn't meet any more passers-by. Having finally decided not to engage in nonsense, and walk ...ome, I got up from the bench, but suddenly my attention was attracted by a very unusual picture. A very beautiful and slender blonde was walking down the alley. Yes, this part of the picture is not surprising. But with her by the hand was a tall and muscular black guy. Why is the picture unusual? Because it is almost impossible to meet a black. She then straddled me and lowered herself down on to my well-lubed cock. She coed saying oh now that cock feel good in Mistress’s warm pussy now doesn’t it. Oh yes, Mistress, it feels fucking fantastic. She rode me hard with her exposed melons barely having enough support to keep from jumping out of her outfit her arms were wrapped around my neck as she rode me she planted her ruby red lips on mine and stuck her tongue in my mouth thrusting it against mine she placed both hands on the sides of. This woman could easily pass as Jack's sister. And she was one of these earth muffin hippy types, I mean in a way of eating healthy and being all spiritual and in tune with nature. Hell, she was hot and super young looking so I guess it works for her. This one Saturday morning I had awoke, I stayed the night with Jack and we had played Atari late. Jack was up already and could hear him talking to Jenny. She was having him go to the store to get some things for breakfast. But that would take. Everywhere he looks, he sees red. Everywhere he looks, he sees blood, the blood of his victims and the blood of his men. His hands are stained forever with their blood. Blood, blood, blood, even when he eats, breathes, and sleeps, he can taste their blood. Too horrific for even him, Mr. macho man, to go through, the memory dead bodies and the stench of burning skin will never leave his nostrils. Feeling as if he’s covered in blood, routinely he takes two showers daily and still, he can’t get.