Word. Me and my girlfriends would love to just hang out with him and his homies, ya know?” She turned up the radio as loud as it would go and lean...d out the window like she was a Crip in South Central. Never mind the fact that the closest she’d ever been to any hood was getting lost in Hartford once and driving into an area where she felt like she had to lock her doors. “And his wife Beyonce is so pretty right? She’s got a real badunkkadunk. She’s got some junk in the trunk, you know what. I immediately become a bit more nervous, but figure at the very least I am about to enjoy dinner in the company of a beautiful lady in a Utopian setting tonight- what more can a man ask for? A crowd gathers at the receiving area of the strip, which is nothing more than a yellow line painted on the macadam. I’m so intent on trying to pick you out of the 40 people who file out of the plane that I’ve not noticed the band set up behind the receiving area until they break into a rousing rendition of. I think I was a little hungry and my manners failed me. I assure you there was no intention of ‘setting you up’ as you put it.” “I’m sorry, Rosalind. One tends to get a little paranoid.” She reached down and offered me her hand. I took it and she helped me to stand. “Let me take you home.” “I have a car.” “Not your home, silly, mine.” In the event, we went to her house in my car and I asked Chalky to come back for me when I called in the morning. We had brandy in her small, low-beamed sitting. He knew he only had a few more months to fuck her non stop like he liked so soon he would have to fuck her ass. Getting the cock in her tight ass was not going to be easy. He started fucking her from behind so he could see her ass. As he fucked the cunt, he then would finger fuck her ass, hoping to make it start to stretch for the cock. He could get four fingers in her ass and he loved to finger fuck that sweet ass. He loved to see his fingers go in her puckered ass. He was anxious to see his.