Not the most honorable death, but it couldn’t be helped.“My Lord,” said Ulf, signaling me to where some of the wounded villagers had been gather...d. I walked towards him and we stepped off to the side out of earshot.“My Lord, besides the three Byrn killed, there are ten whose wounds can be healed. Four won’t survive the trip back. Sigurd says there is space for three wounded on the carts.”I frowned. I could feel the gold slipping through my fingers.“Kill the four who won’t survive. I see. I entered quietly, left the trey on a small table, and decided to stay yet for half a minute and enjoy his beauty. He was deeply asleep, his breathing soft and quiet. Left leg was out as well as most of his left arm and chest. Hairy chest. I felt like fainting in one moment because he was beyond handsome, and just a foot from me. Them guided probably by some dreamy forces, or by my secret dreams, he moved a bit, showing me his white briefs. I stopped breathing, wanted this moment to last. His. Fingers tweaked her swollen, pointy nipples, and she moaned around the tool that filled her mouth.A second squirting load splattered her tongue. She closed her eyes and sucked it down her throat, relishing every drop of the semen that poured into her. Yes, yes, her mind screamed. Give me all your fucking cum!!!She felt, behind her, the hard aroused prodding of a stiff cock. She was sure that it was Kyle Newberry now that she could feel his dick touching her from the rear.She wiggled her ass,. We haven't in months. I've grown bored of him. Some other man could intrigued me. This other man would have secrets. He could be a mystery. I would like to solve him.Has it come to this? Has my husband been a complex jigsaw puzzle? To be solved and then discarded as I search out another challenge? Am I as bad as his first wife? Is it me? Or is it him? How dare he use up these years of mine! Some of my best years, devoted to this shell of a man. Mystery solved. Puzzle completed. Secrets told. I.