He appeared to be about 50 to55 years old. "Is your name 'Angel'?" he asked. He had salt and pepperhair, a thick mustache, and squinty eyes that spent...too many years in the sun.Cindy recited her script: "what is your job and how much do you make?" Surprisingly,he didn't walk away like most of the other men did. He told her a tall, Texas-sizedtale. "My name is Klaus. I am a businessman from Belgium on a layoverin Houston." Cindy didn't know Belgium from shit! Personally, he soundedGreek to me,. A soul she had chosen touched her heart for his bravery in battle. Before he died, they had made love. To the God Odin, that was not allowed. All Valkyrie must be virgins. Kara was lost. But not to me. She taught me politics, swordsmanship and combat. Everything she could remember was passed on for me to form an army for freedom.When Kara and I were married before the army, the celebration rivaled that of any Roman holiday. The fallen Valkyrie was marrying a village blacksmith. Since meeting. I tried to hold on tightly to the bed to prevent it to shake violently as it might awaken my sleeping son who is only inches away from me.“You’re good , you’re so good , ahhh, uh-uh” He said as he continue to pump me. He got a hold of my hair and pulled me back , sending me pressing back with his every thrust, I was so lost that I began to move my ass in back and forth motion in rhythm with his every pump. His cock was smoothly sliding in and out like a cylinder sending shivers of. "Is it okay if I just wear my nightgown while we watch TV? I got a little too much sun today at the beach."He waved his arms in dismissal. "Wear whatever you want," he said, rather gruffly and turned and stalked out.I was devastated. What had I done to make my grandfather angry? Maybe he was mad because I had taken so much time in the bathroom. I slid the nightgown over my head, not bothering to even put on panties, and followed him into the living room. He was sitting in his favorite chair.