I said earlier we talked a lot whenever we got chance. No, whenever I got the chance. I was always wondering what picture she has portrayed of mine in...her mind whenever.We talked I looked straight into her eyes, tried to read her mind but nevertheless she slipped every time from my scrutiny. She was a perfect helpful and nice next to door neighbour and talks became deep but she kept boundaries and I never tried to violate.I wanted to be in her good books but I gave her hints of my admiration. I. That black bastard knew his hour would soon be over and he still needed to feel me warmth wrapped around his huge piece of black cock.He picked me up from the floor and pinned me against the wall high enough that my feet did not touch the floor. At this point I had given up. There was no way I could ever explain what had happened to me. Now I could feel the tip of his huge black sick working its way deeper inside me as he let me slide down the wall. My own weight was impaling him into my body.. He was obviously ambidextrous as I could see no difference in size between them. His pants legs were stretched out in the thighs as he sat astride his horse and they looked to be close to a foot from front to back. Barrel chested doesn't even come close to describing him. I imagine it would take more than my fist to make him react after hitting it. Hitting him full on with a sledge hammer would probably only make him take a step or two backwards.He had been stern when we first met and there was. Bobbie's blue eyes blazed, her cheeks were spotted and red. I didn't know what to say, so I mumbled something like, "Oh. Sorry, I'll just go."She grabbed my arm, and motioned for me to sit down while she composed herself. It took a minute, but she finally said. "John, ah, John didn't take it so well."I nodded. "Sorry to hear that. I guess I give lousy advice." I felt bad. I hadn't intended to cause a problem for her.She shook her head. "No. What you said was right. We had a huge fight last.