Every time I closed my eyes I saw the image of that asshole raising his fist and slamming it into her beautiful face and I just wanted to hurt him bad...y.As I left the building, I looked up and saw a beautiful Red Mustang GT pulling into the parking lot. I was muscle car crazy. I always had been so I couldn't help scrutinizing the car and its driver. The car was amazing. It had an after-market exhaust system that made its exhaust note low and powerful. There had obviously been some work done on. A gorgeous black woman was lying out on a towel shehad on a teeny bikini, which showed off her massivetits and her very pregnant belly…She saw me and smiled. “Well, hello there!” She saidin a strong Jamaican accent as she turned onto herside, facing me. Her tits threatened to spill from herstring bikini.“Hi…” was all I could think to say. But I didn’thave to say anything. My cock did all the talking forme.“Oh, my…” She began.. ’ ‘Plonker, you wish.’ She threw one of the sofa cushions at him but he managed to dodge it. It went somewhere behind his back and hit something that fell down and broke. Sarah started swearing and went out of the room to get a dustpan. She bore a vague resemblance to the incarnation that got him into this mess in the first place. Small, just about five foot four, natural red hair and a body to die for. Five years ago they had met at the university. As always, he had recognised her immediately.. But there she was, five-eleven of elegantly proportioned femininity packaged in the cutest of short, flower-print, cotton summer dresses, her lavender overnight bag trailing behind. She looked a sensation, and I wondered where the entourage could be.Before I had a chance to get out of the car to go and greet her, she had taken out her phone and was texting. I sat entranced by the gracefulness in her performance of even this most mundane of acts. It only was as I watched her that the reality of.