I took the cigarette from her and drew in the smoke and had 2-3 more puffs and blew it on her face. She was enjoying it.We then shared the cigarette i... the same position and finished it. Once the cigarette was over I turned her around and thrust my cock into her pussy and was riding her.She was in doggy style now.Then I wanted to thrust my cock in her ass hole. I didn’t take permission, suddenly took my cock out from her pussy and rubbed it on her asshole by holding her ass cheeks apart.She got. And anyway, that barely scratches the surface. That's why I had to die for her. And I'd die for her all over again.She stopped me from killing myself again when I returned. She took me home, spoke gently to me through the fog and the pain. Made my friends give me a little space. She'd kept my room for me, month after month, knowing I was gone, but unable to accept it. She was right. I was destined to be with her again.But when I came back, Glory was gone, my life wasn't all about protecting her. The thought of Dara, and the excitement of knowing I was steps away from a sensual woman who would satisfy my need resulted in a throbbing erections as I climbed the stairs to her room. I pulled the shorts off at the top landing, and walked into her bedroom.Gloria was, indeed, getting ready for work. Her outfit of the day was neatly laid out on her bed, and she was sitting at her dressing table brushing her hair. She froze as she saw my reflection in the mirror, and without turning around. ” She waved her hand to indicate the place of her husband and as he lowered himself gracefully to the cushions, slaves appeared bearing the first of the many dozens of courses and earthen jugs of honeyed wine. For the next several hours they feasted. Slaves danced. Priests chanted. Maidens danced. Priests chanted. Warriors danced. Priests chanted. Throughout it all more honeyed wine. Toci’s eyes seldom strayed from Huitzil’s. She watched as he drank great cups of the treated wine.