The characters and the story are fiction, and do not reflect the conduct of any person, living or dead. The character Harlequin is based on a very qui...t man the author was privileged to know and work with, who slowly, ex-soldier to ex-soldier told the author some of his experiences during the two years he spent working with the Italian partisans, behind German lines. The story is the property of the author and may not be used or reproduced without the express permission of the author. As my. I’m Malcolm Porter.” I looked her over a bit more. She was a stunningly good-looking girl about my age. She looked to be about five, eight or nine with dark red hair, a nice chest small waist, and reasonable hips. Her bikini hid very little and it looked like she tanned often enough to have a good even tan. I picked up the conversation, “I was promoted and transferred here from Atlanta. It’s different and not what I’m used to. I don’t know where anything or any people might be. I had one. " Brian. I really do thank you for this ... kindness." She was on the verge of tears, again. Just admitting their plight was almost more than she could stand. "We had a bit of bad news, earlier today. My car was stolen, from right out there." She pointed to the parking lot, now dark, except for the pole lights. "It had everything we own in it."For the last few nights it was our home, as well as our transportation, and now we've lost both..."Wanting to spare her some of the pain this was. I got so hard I thought I was gonna pass out. I pushed it in full and she squealed feeling a combination of minor pain and delight. "Fuck me with that big black cock baby!" Damn she was hot! I started off slow and rhythmic working my thrusts with hot passion. She kept saying "harder fuck me harder with that cock" so I started pounding away. I told her to hold her head up and look down at my cock as it slid in and out of her soaking pussy. The stark contrast of my glistening cock sliding in and.