"No! Don't!" She moans softly as I push her up onto of the counter. I yank her hair back more as her head tilts against the cabinets. My fingers push ...nto her panties and grind up and down her soppy slit. I grip onto her panties and snatch them until they rip off of her. She gasped as I released her and put her panties in my pocket. "You... You can't have those," she moans, as she leaves her legs spread opened wide. "Oh? I can't?" I ask as I kneel in front of her. "No! Fuck, what are you. So I got up and headed over. Once I was right in front of her with my feet in the water, I said hello. Even her smell was incredible. She had this fresh scent on her as if she walked out of a million-dollar home. “Do you know a good bar around here?” she asked.Before I could answer, I knew I was right about one thing- she was definitely foreign. She sounded Romanian or at least European.“There’s Underneath the Stars a block away,” I told her. “It’s a nice, chill bar if you just want to. Each intimate physical and mental breath we had shared and explored and learned together. They had all stopped – abruptly. Abandoned for something…. better? I reached up to get Amanna down from her horse, and she opened her eyes again, seemingly amazed to see me there now. She quickly looked over at Lynn, then back at me. Then a questioning look came into her green eyes. It was as if I was looking back into my own face. The ‘what is she?’, ‘what could she possibly mean to you?’ And the ‘I don’t. Only this time, it was out of fear, ratherthan infatuation. The bimbo wasn't whining about me to one of herbesties. She was talking to someone else altogether.Oh, shit.I scurried over the front seat of the Hummer and stuck my head out thedriver's window."Matthew, stop pumping! We've got to get out of here." I pointed at theblonde. The boy had joined her and was looking between her and ourvehicle. "We've been made!"Matthew looked to where I pointed. Then he swore under his breath andyanked the.