By the looks of it one of them was Donatello. “Hehe, lover boy’s got himself into a fight it seems. The perfect occasion for ole Bowser to win him...over”, he thought. And without any further ado he stormed outside. They were not only fighting but yelling too. “What the fuck?!”, he said again when he clearly heard them screaming: “Bowser’s mine! That sexy b**st is all mine so you better back off!” “Could it be?”, he thought, “Was Donatello having the hots for him?” Only then he saw that all four. “Fuck me David,” she gasped into my mouth. “Fuck me hard lover, make me fucking scream.”She wasn’t just wet, she was actually dripping, but her cunt felt incredible as it gripped my cock like a velvet glove.“God I love this,” she gasped again, “I love being fucked.”“You’ve got an amazing cunt Susie,” I told her and she chuckled in my ear,“I think your cock likes it as well.”“Amazing nipples too,” I said and sucked each one in turn.“That’s why I wear a bra like this one,” she said. “I like my. We can stay baby, we'll be fine."She was a daredevil, throwing caution to the killer winds and sometimes going driving in the storm, as if to say, "Here I am! And you can't get me!" The Hurricane always lost to her.Ron was from the North. There are no Hurricanes there. He'd seen Hurricane films on television and was in awe of the storms each time. Now, because of his deep love for her, he was going to see, first hand, a Hurricane.This Hurricane was born like all her great namesakes, Camille,. Milo became a regular visitor at the Centre. He persuaded his company, and other local enterprises to donate considerable sums for the maintenance and running of the Centre. It took several years before the suspicion of the Centre being a white control vehicle dissipated and the mainly black kids started to frequent the facility regularly. The Centre developed a mainly black management committee that brought in the local kids. Milo used the Gym to stay in shape even as he topped his fifty.