I knew what it was. ‘I am sure a man in your field knows what this is.’ ‘Of course it’s a dragon’s eye. Very rare indeed. What is it going t... cost me.’ She stood up and remove her robe. ‘I need the touch of a man. Give me that and the dragon’s eye is yours.’ I stood up and walk toward her. I leaned in for a kiss. Her lips tasted like strawberries. She precede to remove my shirt. I continue to kiss her neck as she rubbed my stomach. I slid my hand up her shirt. I could feel her nipples. I would never do anything to upset her. I always wanted to please her. I always felt as if I was I a faint scratch on a clear window, barely visible to the naked eye, only apparent when a certain light at a certain angle illuminates the carved scar. She was the light and I the cut, a bare empty scrape on this world. Without my wife, I felt once again invisible, and as her ashes cooled, I found myself static, neither hot nor cold, neither gaining nor shrinking. I was indifferent to passing. Being a leggy blond meant short skirts and stocking as an added attraction for men to buy me drinks, all part of the cheap night of fun and perhaps sexual pleasure if the bloke appealed.I got on and sat down in an empty seat, admittedly showing an awful lot of leg, as the hem of my short skirt sat under my bum. Don't get me wrong, that was its sole intention, and I quite liked how my legs looked, besides, it made me feel sexy.Just before we pulled out of the station a black guy got on and made. Flicking and circling his tongue around his daughters hardening nipples brought Harolds cock back to his attention. The pain forced him to stop feasting on her delicious nipples and stuff his throbbing member between her tits. Moving his hips back and forth, Harold titty-fucked his daughter. Mmm baby, he moaned happily. Soon, he moved away from her chest and down between his daughters legs. Lauryn started to cry harder– now was the moment she had been dreading. Her body had betrayed her and she.