She sheathed her saber and turned towardsthe river, and her hidden sanctuary. As she walked she remembered back toBrother Francis. He was still out th...re, hunting her, as she hunted him.As she plodded through the muck, Maudite kept a watch for any earlyrisers in the Paris sewers. Her objective lie directly ahead of her, shewas almost home. The ladder up into the city streets loomed above her,like a menacing cliff.As the sun abandoned the streets of Paris, the fiend that was BrotherFrancis. Dad read to me from Plato's Republic.I did have to give Dad credit for letting his toes touch the ground every once in a while. About four years ago, when I was twelve and just starting to think about philosophy on my own terms, he was trying to engage me in a discussion on some point that I couldn't have cared less about, and I told him I thought it was all bullshit. Some guy would sit down and write what he was thinking. Then, in another country or on the other side of the world, so would. I caressed the backs of their heads as they did this. They reached down and put their hands under my dress, pushing it up and caressed and fondled my pussy and my ass through my panties. They pushed the panties aside and put their hands inside, feeling my wet pussy, playing with it, messaging it and also the crack of my ass, including my anus. I couldn’t stop kissing them while they were at me. I wanted more.But I had trouble getting to their cocks and there was something I wanted to do but not. ”Fuck,” she said, closing her eyes as she rubbed herself. “Oh yeah…yeah…fuck!…yeah…oh, god…yes…oh my god!”Her breathing became erratic, and suddenly she started spasming, arching her back and curling her toes. She whined and bucked her hips as she climaxed, gyrating around on the countertop as she came. Finally, she relaxed and sighed, smiling at me.”That was great,” she said, panting. She looked so sexy, her skin glistening with sweat and cum.”Yeah,” I agreed dumbfoundedly.sudha hopped off the.