Too many uncertainties… no matter how good you might think you are, there is always someone better. This early afternoon, I was less than inclined t... desire anything resembling a fair fight with the growing collection of leather-bound roughs downstairs. Mumford was too old for such athletics and Maitlan was far too inexperienced to fight against hardened professionals, or really even with most talented amateurs. He was a promising young thief, but fancied himself as a lover and not a fighter,. ." he paused, leaving the statement unfinished, but they both knew he meant to say when I was working for John. They avoided reference to Lauralee's late husband, not out of regret but merely because the subject was still distasteful. It was now six months since the day he had collapsed in the bedroom of the Denham's apartment over the drugstore and died a few hours later in the hospital, of a massive heart attack. From conversations with their family doctor, Lauralee learned that her husband. She slid her legs down my thighs and relaxed as I wrapped my lips around her nipple. My cock was still hard inside her. Once wasn’t enough. I pulled slowly out of her then buried myself deep. Grinding my hips into hers. I felt her legs pull up again, giving me complete control. Oh yes, I wanted to hear her groan, whimper, beg for me to push her over the edge. I needed to feel her muscles grip me so tight I couldn’t thrust. I pulled up, bracing my shoulders and fucked her deep and steady.. Her left eye was beginning to swell, and she was having difficulty seeing. Ashleigh was little worse than she was in the previous round. Donna needed to turn this fight around, because she would not survive another round like the last. The 6th began, and the timekeeper had to pull Donna out of her sitting position. Her knees were wobbly and she could barely keep her balance. Ashleigh got right up into her and belted her into the wires, cutting her further. The pain was excruciating, but she.