Right? But, as these things go, it worked with Alex. Eventually. He still wasn’t sure whether it was his own maturing or the “game” that brough... the relationship to fruition. At any rate, toward the end of high school, as the daily pressure of soccer gave him more physicality and more time away from thinking about girls, he stopped treating Alex as if she were a princess and he was there to cater to her every wish. He stopped paying attention to her every word. He ignored her when he was. He began to distancehis pursuers; the powerful muscles rolling beneath Blackie's hide weretoo much for the Indians smaller ponies.They rode at break-neck speed for almost a half hour, until the boycould no longer see the band of Indians in pursuit. Ezrah slowed thehorse down to a walk, but constantly kept looking back.As he stroked the big horse's side he whispered, "Thank you, God...thank you for providing Blackie."The sun was dipping low on the horizon and the moon was promising to bebright.. Vicki was very chatty. She talked about this huge dinner party she was throwing for some friends. I admit that I wasn't listening as well as I should have. For a woman in her mid 40's she had a nice full figure. I would peak at her when she bent over to put the dry goods in the underneath cabinets. She had a nice round ass. I dropped the last of the bags and Vicki offered me a glass of water. I sat on a tall chair next to the island in the kitchen drinking my water. Vicki continued chatting. With my legs and feet between hers, she couldn't even close her legs and she knew better than to try to cover herself. She was helpless and in my total control."Please Sire, Oh please may I cum! Please, I need to cum so badly! Please, please, I beg of you, Sire! Have mercy on me and make me cum, please!" she cried out again, repeating her entreaty.Still, I did not relent. I kept up the pressure on her, thrusting into her ass with all I could muster and rubbing her clit like I was playing Foggy.