'For your face only', she warned her, and Annabelle shifted her rubber knickers awkwardly. 'It tickles' she told us slightly breathlessly.Chapter TwoW...ndy tentatively sipped her drink and eyed her orange foolscap file with the red Queen stapled to the front. She gingerly, opened it and took out the first laminated card, reading it in rhyme as Annabelle had done earlier:'Here you find the Queen of Hearts, Eight questions is all I want to ask, The truth is all we want to know, Your inner soul you. . c’mon on then! ‘Smell it, baby. Come on!’ I had turned my face to her as I sat on the toilet and she pulled me into her , in between her thighs. Her legs were open and she was pushing her crutch against my face. She must have dropped her skirt because she had one hand pulling my head into her and with the other she had reached down and taken my cock and was stroking it. The smell of her bl**dy, sweaty cunt was terrible, beautiful, unbelieveable … and within seconds I was cumming, my thick hot. I got dressed, trying without much success to avoid thinking about all the terrible things my husband is going to learn about me today and worrying how he's going to take it. The moment of truth is almost here. I can no longer tell myself that it's something to worry about on another day. Not anymore. The day is here.I put on a pair of my old shoes and looked at my reflection in the mirror. I decided I look fine but then, just as I was about to leave the bedroom I decided to put on a pair of. I had been making a record of my time since the Day and didn't want to lose that or the other information on it. The little hotel had wireless and I was able to get on the Internet from the room. Regardless of where I chose to pick up a boat, I needed to make a better decision about my route. I had wandered in the Med in the Katherine B because I couldn't set the autopilot correctly or it was picking up bad signals. If I hadn't gotten off course, I think I could have gotten through the Straits.