Aya had her own ideas, her own needs and her own schedule. Without any warning to John Aya giggled soundlessly and grabbed him firmly around the waist...pulling him playfully down onto the bed their bodies bouncing on the mattress. They mock wrestled in a tumble of naked limbs, flying hair, blue cotton fabric and fervently passionate wet lips locked in a hot kiss with their tongues probing with frisky curiosity. Aya’s obvious lust and wanton desire took John’s breath away. As Aya struggled to pin. Ich beteuerte, dass ich ihr vertraue und mir deswegen sicher bin, dass sie mir keinen Anlass für Eifersucht geben wird.So beschlossen wir, uns auf die Suche nach einem (oder mehrere, dachte ich insgeheim) Schwarzen zu machen, der für so ein Abenteuer zu haben wäre. Ich schaltete eine Anzeige in einer einschlägigen Zeitung und suchte auch im Internet.in der Website (w w w. xgina. c o m ). Prompt erhielten wir ein paar Zuschriften, aber es war kein einziger Schwarzer dabei und so gaben wir. We said. “Good night!” and began the all too short ride back to our barn. We had been gone barely an hour.We were back at the stable and we had our flasks changed again. Meg and the four older women had mounted stallions of their choice. They were ready to go for a night ride as well.They joined us and we rode together. I had no idea that the trails went so far on the property but there were several gates we went through as we rode under the moonlight. I had no idea where we were going.I asked. "The name sounded familiar. "Betsy, your gun?"Ben nodded."If he had a gun the entire time," Lara asked, "why didn't he just shoot you?"Ben looked at her like he would a none-so-smart child. "It's part of the Code." He put an emphasis on the last word. "The Mine Road is about bike fights, not gun fights." He spoke with finality.Lara admired his faith in his code, but still... "Well, I admire your self control. The people I tend to run into tend not to have any rules of engagement." And I've got.