That fateful day, I set out on my bicycle before dawn, and had completed most of my loop through streets of rough, working-class suburban homes when a...woman from a nearby house waved to me to come over. She asked me to move a large box that was on her front porch, to her basement. The box was indeed heavy and I squeezed it through the front door then down narrow stairs into the basement. I was ready to leave when she appeared from the kitchen with two glasses of orange juice - very welcome. I see your cleavage, and I feel my cock begin to stir. I reach over and place my hand on your leg, slowly rubbing my thumb on the seam of your shorts, hooking my thumb under them to slowly raise your shorts just so I can look at your thigh.As a slowly rub my hand on your upper thigh you can feel that I'm working my way up moving the leg of your shorts up. You look at me with the look that says “that's annoying”and you nod to the k** in the back. The look in my eyes betrays my desire to have. When I got home, I found myself jerking off again. I kept thinking about how she looked naked, then how she looked covered in his cum. I kept thinking about the sounds of her moans. Then a thought occurred to me. She was probably fucking him right then, as I was home alone jerking off thinking about her. And when I had that thought, I came all over myself.I didn't hear from her for a few days. Every day I jerked off again thinking about her. I'd pull up her social media and find pics of her.. I laughed and watched them start dying from our archers. Soon it was time for a more direct approach and I waded into them with my sword. Finally, there were seven left, two of whom were hurt, and they all surrendered. They were gathered around their women and children. The women had killed the children and all but three of themselves before being disarmed."Needless waste," Joseph said, "when they could have quit sooner and lived as slaves."One of the men shouted, "Never!" He ran at a sword and.