And yes ... she hadn’t made any such commitments.“But I thought...” I stammered.She cut me off saying “You thought that you owned me ... owned...me because you had stuck me with your big fat black cock”.“You seemed to enjoy it” I countered.“I did ... but an ongoing relationship has to be based on much more than sticking me with your ebony monster” she retorted.“What do you want from me?” I asked with some frustration.“You know what I want” she replied as she walked away ... leaving me. “I …” he started, before he abruptly stopped talking and stepped forward toward me. I rose from my chair to lean forward, dropping the cards. I took my knee up onto the table between us. His hand was immediately in my hair, pulling my head towards his, his tongue urgently finding mine and melting into the deepest, wet kiss with our tongues meeting together so divinely that instant pleasure bordering on pain flooded my vagina.He broke the kiss. “You’re sensational," he breathed the words into. It’s all over the television, here,” Eric said.“Jesus,” Dexter said feeling his stomach drop to the floor. While reaching for his pink pills, he asked, “Was anyone hurt?”“They haven’t said,” Eric answered.“Oh my God,” Dexter said finding that his hands were shaking so hard that it was difficult to hold onto the package of pink pills. He didn’t know what to think.Eric said, “Channel 11 has got a traffic helicopter over the building, now. Smoke is coming out of it.”“Sweet Jesus,” Dexter said.His. The Body Arrives: At 1:30 PM the golden Jaguar convertible pulled out of the parking lot of the posh private club, and sped towards the ranch owned by the Governor of California. In the drivers seat was the marvelously stacked, astoundingly curved, lusciously ripe body of the superheroine, The Blonde Avenger. Mona Feinberg, The Blonde Avengers civilian persona, the owner of this statuesque miracle of womanly curves, was on her way to make a gift of this fabulous body to the horny, big dicked.