Peeling off the bandage, she saw that his wound had only reopened a little bit, and she quickly cleaned it and replaced the cloth with a fresh one. Th...n, satisfied that the wound was tended to, she climbed over his body and nestled under his arm, her head on his shoulder.***************************Within a week, the real world intruded on the little farmhouse, as a group of American soldiers reached the farmhouse, fortunately finding Abe and Monique sitting quietly at the dining room table. A. This wasn’t about love or affection His agenda was pure sex. This was about fucking, writhing, pounding unabashed a****listic sex. On the drive back home I realised that my pussy was tingling and could feel the discomfort of wetness seeping onto the thin strip of material of my lacy thong. Once home I went straight to her bedroom and began to stroke my pussy gently. As the tingling sensations increased I began to slide a finger into my lubricated slot. The finger thrust inside slowly at first,. There was a white fluid drooling out of her and a red stain on her thighs and in her sparse pubic hair. She shook her head angrily and wiped at herself as best she could. Then she grabbed my shirt off the ground. She balled it up and used it to clean the stains away from her groin. Then she tossed the dirty shirt at me. She pulled her hot pants up and tucked her shirt in and glared at me. “You’re hopeless!” she said. I got up and pulled my pants up and looked at her. I wanted to say something. It was not long after that, when Matthew, Charlie's future Housemaster, who had spent most of his time talking with David and Charlie, said that we were going over to see the gym and stables, At that point The Headmaster suggested that I might like to return to his study for some tea. David winked at me to one side and insisted that he wished to see every¬thing and that I should return with the Head to the study and they would catch up later. My husband’s intension was clear, he knew and I.