I looked at every girl’s chest—and she’d have these two little points pushing her t-shirt out. A lot of times, she’d just wear a t-shirt with ...ome kind of vest or jacket over it, but it always seemed like when she looked at me in Algebra, she’d kind of have her vest pulled back so I could see her little blossoming buds.We only had ten minutes between the last bell and when the bus carted us country kids off home. Laune lived in town, but it was more than an hour on the bus for me to get back to. Here I was, thinking about my real husband while I was in bed with my temporary husband, looking forward to having him wake up and screw me. The irony didn’t escape me, but I accepted it. Whoever said life had to make sense. A line from a song passed through my head–if you can’t be with the one you love, love the one you’re with–definitely my anthem. I raised up on an elbow and watched Dan sleeping–so peaceful and so quiet. What a breakthrough his quiet breathing was. These past nights were the. Lydia blocked her swords, hitting her in the face with the hilt of her own great sword. The stunned the guard back, then my arrow going into her throat finished her off. We quickly checked to make sure there were no other guards outside. We had two entrances to the tower on this level. I chose the one by the end we’d come up.There was a mist rising from the floor inside the tower. It was rather creepy, actually, making me think we were going to be jumped by undead or worse at any second. Very. She rubs her breast, a finger in her mouth. The Goddess istransforming herself into a wanton slut. Her hand reaches between herlegs while all I can do is watch.After a few minutes Mr. Torres walks into the room fully clothed andstands by the bed. There's nothing subtle about him...he's vulgar andcrass. He grabs my wife's breasts, twisting and squeezing. My wife criesout, but he just keeps attacking her soft tender breasts with his roughhands. My wife tries to pull his hands away, but he grips.