Clutching her buttocks and pulling her tender cheeks wide, fingers digging into the angry red marks crisscrossing her ass, he pushed; forcefully and w...thout respite. Her yelps of protest rose in pitch until, his indomitable will finally overwhelming a formidable physical resistance, he popped through the outer ring. Her answering screech of pain was not feigned. But he didn’t relent, grinding his gargantuan phallus deeper and deeper into her anal canal until he’d buried the totality of his. We’re with you now, even if not before,” Obadiah grinned while about forty or so Black Panthers gathered around us.“Let’s give ‘em Hell!” the Black Panther leader shouted as they began rushing at the surprised and disoriented fascists.“Fuck ‘em all!” another voice shouted as members of the Black Queer Liberation Front joined in the combat.The leader of that group was a very obvious drag queen, not that anyone cared. Her XO was either a bull or butch dyke, I couldn’t be sure which, who was just. She felt woozy -- a drug hangover -- and she tried very hard to shake the cobwebs out of her head."Don Ernesto? Where are you? Where am I?"He laughed sympathetically. "Look out your window, Jill, and you will see where you are. If you squint your eyes and look far into the distance, you will note the flat-topped structures on the horizon. They are the Pyramids of Teotihuacan..."Jill's brain sprang to alertness. She sat bolt upright and clambered out of bed, pulling back the louvers and opening. “You’ve hit the jackpot.”AMANDA’S STORYI still can’t believe I was talking about this. Jennifer was a friend, but I’d never discussed my sex life with her. And Lisa was a total stranger. The wine had really done a number on my head.JENNIFER’S STORY“What kind of husband wants his wife to cheat on him?” said Amanda.“It’s not cheating if he gives his approval,” replied Lisa. “I’ll be completely honest, Amanda. Right now it’s probably not so bad. You’ve been married a couple of years, and you’ve.