He had seen me. I froze. Oddly, I wasnt afraid. Simply captivated. The dragons eyes focused on me. His irises were a vibrant shade of pink and seemed ...o bore into me, unearthing my every secret. He slowly approached, his razor-sharp claws clicking on the pavement. His wings remained outstretched, making him appear massive. I didnt know what to do, so I just stood there, waiting to see what he would do next. He kept coming until he stood before me. His head was mere feet away and his eyes. After burying the body of the Chasseur officer - who I now knew to be Pierre Blanchard - close to where he had fallen, I had taken compass bearings on three prominent positions, and was confident that I would be able to relocate the burial site, by calculating back bearings, and then use my skills in surveying.With the name, and location, of Pierre Blanchard's family now established I decided to travel to the château near Wallers, and apprise his mother of the fact that I had buried her son at. Candice chuckled and lathered up his entire face. He sat motionless asher straight edge razor removed every ounce of facial hair from his lipand chin. She then proceeded to carefully wipe away his sideburns andthen took an electric buzzer, inserting a short blade as she carefullytrimmed his eyebrows."Oh so so much better!" said Candice, whispering in his ear. "You've gotbaby fine skin and barely had any stubble." Very nice!" said Jodi coming over now and sliding her hand across hisface, and. This is my fantasy story where I seduce and fuck Rhea – my friend’s wife. I am calling this story as fantasy because I have never fucked my friend’s wife Rhea in my life. However, it is a fact that I like her attitude, her figure, her personality and I long for her body. Also, it is true that she longs for me too.Rhea has given me ample signals about her liking for me and flirts with me within the socially acceptable boundaries. We tease each other – arousing sexual urge in each other – but.