It's broke, I think," I said.Nothing was going to happen for at least an hour, so I got on the bicycle and rode it into town for breakfast/brunch. I h...te that word it sounds so pretentious. Mr.BJ's was anything but pretentious. It was in need of an oil change on the walls, but the food was exceptional. I ate my biscuit with sweat iced tea chaser on one of his stone tables. Using concrete picnic table might not be the most clean looking thing, but it sure cut down on thefts. I mean one of them. "I'm gonna fuck you, until you beg me to stop, Vantha," said Ebony. Ebony would actively enjoy what she was about to do. She was going to have the exquisite pleasure of reaming Vantha's pussy out with her oversized tool. Ebony grabbed Vantha's head, burying her hands in her blonde hair. She kissed Vantha, her splaying tongue stabbing out and spearing down Vantha's throat. She wrestled Vantha to the bed, rolling atop her, and wrenched her legs apart with one hand. Ebony's cock was hard. Instead I got into my Smart Coupe and headed towards the Brooklyn Bridge. Lisa said I was nuts buying a two-seat car shaped like a bubble, but it’s a big help winding through the Manhattan traffic. I was tense all the way home, and my jaw ached from being clamped as I tried not to think about my immediate future. I didn’t even begin to relax until I got into my beautiful red brick Federal-style house in Brooklyn Heights, a couple of minutes from The Promenade and the breathtaking view back to. She looked like her breasts and thighs were too big for the rest of her. She had steel colored eyes that seemed to have no business in a girl with a complexion that dark, and a tangled mane of burnt brown hair fanning around her head as she looked off to the side, absently chewing on a fingernail.She seemed like a tired wife listening to a husband she didn’t love anymore tell some lifeless story she’d stopped hearing a long time ago. Her eyes drifted up at me a second or two, noticing someone.