"Then how do you know you know how to ride a bike?" James continued."Um, I don't know." Kristy looked almost as if she was about to cry.James put down...his fork, and took Kristy's fork and put it down. Then he took her in his arms and kissed her. Slowly, he felt her relax a bit, and he released her."Do you know who you are? Do you know what you are? Do you know what they've done to you?" he asked. James was feeling angry, now, at the men who'd created Kristy."I'm Kristy," she said,. "Two beds and then the table will be on your right. You better check well on your left side just in case. It was clear earlier. You sound a lot better with the cane than I did my first day using it. It took two weeks before I was able to even get around inside my room without smashing into things. Almost two months before they told me I could be able to get around well enough not to get myself killed. I guess they really did mean it when they said this was a crash course clinic. Come and sit. "What is this," Bruce saidrhetorically, "a gather of queens?" For a few moments he watched inutter delight as the fair ladies cavorted, danced and sang andcompared brocades. From his window perch Bruce overheard two lovely maidensnearby in red and green satin respectively saying to each other."Well, of course, she's the prettiest, she got that goddamnedenchanted bra." "Yes, who wouldn't be the fairest in the land with suchgorgeously spurious cleavage." That word again. Bruce now. For some unknown reason, she wanted 'T', the nickname she had bestowed on her black lover, to spend more time with her sweet rosebud of an anus. He had fingered her 'back there' on occasion which drove her crazy with lust. She was still a virgin anally and wanted him to be the only one to own her ass with his mouth and amazing young vigorous big black cock. Her tennis girlfriends had confided in her that anal sex 'hurt at first' but then was outrageously wonderful in providing crashing.