Similarly, I secured her ankles, admiring her smoothly shaven pubis. I stepped back to admire my prey, filled with churning mixed feelings. On the one...hand, I loathed the creature she had become, unfaithful, manipulative, self centered, and self absorbed. On the other hand, I had once loved her with a strength I had not known I was capable of. She had borne my children, and shared nearly a third of my life. She had lately began to pay attention to her fitness and diet, and the results spoke for. Tunrash’s hips rock back and forth, the rhythm remains harsh and punishing. “If it were up to me, I’d keep both of you as my pets,” he growls at the witch. “As it stands, it is not up to me. Maybe that will change when I challenge and beat Ranzoc.”The witch doesn’t give him an answer in any way. Another orgasm bubbles up and then erupts over her. More juices stream out from her, adding to the mess frothing around his plunging length. The yeti fucks her ruthlessly. His member meets with constant. They'd have been miserable having to change schools and all that." "Yeah, I get it." Brody took a swig of his own beer, tapped the bottle on the table. "Make sense, but . . . I don't know. Don't think I'd like it." "Didn't say I liked it," his teammate pointed out. "I said we agreed it was best for the kids." Brody nodded but said nothing. He'd watched a number of his siblings and cousins marry and start families young; many times too young in his opinion, and along with the weddings, he'd seen. I could hardly complain. In her mid thirties, Dawn was several years older than I, but easy to look at: tall and generously proportioned with long red hair, more ‘striking ‘than Meg Ryan ‘pretty,’ a Goth chick if she had ever been into that sort of thing. She was dressed pretty hot for a trip to buy groceries: large gold earrings, bangles, and a short green skirt with high-heel sandals that showed sexy feet with painted red toes. We had been making small talk for a few minutes, me growing more.