It was sort of a reflex at this point, I know how much he loves them.He squirted some lube onto the tips of his fingers and lowered his hand between m... legs. I always loved looking at the contrast between our skin tones. Something about the way his dark skin clashed with my pale skin never failed to excite me. He rubbed the tips of his fingers over my back door and massaged. It was a new sensation, one I was definitely not familiar with, but not entirely unwelcome either. “How we doin’?” he. I let the RPG hit me in the chest, exploding and doing nothing to me. The machine gun rounds were annoying, so I simply stopped, and turned on my heat power. A quick swivel of my head and there were no more Cuban troops in front of me, just some burnt bodies.From behind me, I heard an American voice yell out, “Hold your fire, men. That’s the Messenger from Above. He may not be on our side, but he’s sure as hell not on theirs.”I laughed, turning around. “Exactly. Now, please feel free to. That day he first mounted the Ghost Horse to seek the realm of his dreams wishes. The bread crumb trail that led him to the Challenge. A grip at base mane and slung to higher perch. Rajar regained his strength by grasping his dream in hand and heel tapping the horse in the gut, to go. Yelling in pain and charge while thrusting his arms in setting his steed’s pace of haste. Rhythm of hoofs pawing for more and more in drum beating time. Lowered into a ride across winds of fate and destiny. Rajar. . You sure? Alright, I’ll tell him. Bro, you still there?”“Yup,” I replied.“Cindy says to tell you that her Dad is going to go and get you. We called her parents as soon as we couldn’t get a hold of Mom or Dad. Larry and Emma both went to the station already, but the cops told them that because they weren’t related to you that there was nothing that they could do,” Amber informed me.“Okay, I’ll be just outside of the Dunkin’s then. I’m gonna grab us a dozen dognuts. Want any special flavor? Ask.