It will never be enough. You will never be enough.Memories. The gym locker room. Tall, ripped black man struts past. No clothes. No towel. Proud. Conf...dent. Naked.You turn your head to avert your gaze. But out of the corner of your eye... Something large hanging on his front. Long. Dark. Heavy. Swinging while he walks. Feels like it has it's own gravitational pull.You couldn't help but notice. HUNG.He comes back from the shower. Rubs lotion on his naked body, bulging muscles shining and ebony. "Do you hurt anywhere else," she asked calmly."Except where you're standing on my hand, no." Sorry," she said as she moved her foot. "What do I do?" He smiled and started to answer but Lormia rapped him hard on his head with her knuckles. "Be serious." Get a clean cloth; press it against the wound to slow down bleeding. No major blood vessels were severed, so I shouldn't bleed to death. Help me over to the tent.Once there he said, "Tear down that damn Valnessa flag. Throw it in front of the. It’ll probably be GPS coordinates all the way.”The waitress returned with their cooler and Brenda finished her coffee. “Whenever you’re ready, Doctor Livingston,” she said. Steve downed his coffee, signed for their meal, and then stood. He grabbed the cooler and Brenda grabbed everything else, and they went outside to the parking lot.The pair settled their gear in the Land Rover and climbed in. The roads in town were adequately paved with asphalt, but within five minutes they were leaving town. She also felt a wave of fear. They shouldn't be doing this! Also – she was incredibly wet down there, and that embarrassed her. She did, after all, have limited experience with this. He kissed over her belly button, and then kissed the top of her red panties. He was about to put his mouth over the crotch of her panties when she placed her hand overtop of it, blocking his access."No – don't do that." She breathed. "It's too wet down there." He smiled, kissing her pretty, well-manicured hand. He.