And that was on a battle field during the Crusades, when a warrior priest named Daniel Fleeting ran me through with a sword blessed by Pope Urban.Need...ess to say, landing on a stalagmite after being punched by an emotional teenage half-breed was nowhere near as dignified.The pain, however, was excruciating. I must have blacked out, because I was now facing down in a sizable pool of my own blood.I tried to move around the rock. Nothing, it was firmly stuck. I looked up. The beautiful adolescent. “Hello, Harry Lime here. Who the fuck is this?”He heard the laughter at the other end of the line and pictured the pretty face of Irina, the Ukrainian maid of his best girlfriend Belinda’s employ. He remembered she had joined them in a spontaneous threesome delighting both Belinda and he with her bountiful feminine assets that enjoyed giving as much as receiving in a heated two way street of intense pleasure.“Harry, you prick, why you curse poor Irina so early in the morning? I hope your dick. I didn't start my 8 hour relief until 2 p.m. I'd be relieved at 10 p.m. They wouldn't be done until 2 a.m. which was just perfect for what I intended.I also had plenty of time to start planning my divorce before I went on duty.Being in the law enforcement/ intelligence field is a good thing because I had constant contact with a steady stream of lawyers. I called a friend and had her give me a referral for the best divorce lawyer she knew.The woman she mentioned, I'd had dealings with several. Suckling..suckling..suckling.rubbing..rubbing..rubbing..me deeper and deeper.kissing my vagina in hot wickedness.stroking..stroking..stroking...my vagina...she deepthroated me slowly.*.growling.* kissing me deep. ( I turned into her giving her oral sex.)she growled,tugging my breast. Breathing hot breaths on my vagina.pulling back, I purred. her hands wrapping around me.and hugging me tight.she caressed my breast,hugging me tightly. Rubbing me between my legs..gliding slowly softly in me..