. fuck me harder, my darling... !"It was those last frantically begging words of abandon which greeted her husband, Kevin's woozy, alcohol-dimmed brai... as he stumbled into his home, then came up short to gape at the light streaming into the hallway from their bedroom doorway! He wasn't too keen mind-wise as he reached out to support himself with the assistance of the wall, but he knew damned well he was still sharp enough to realize the obscene begging plea of his chaste little wife's. Mom said don’t tease him..and they said ok we will go home, she kissed me on cheek, aunt too kissed me cheek and went mom went and locked the door up..haleem you will sleep with me tonight she said I don’t want you to go for one min, doc has said no..and while talking she removed her saree..and blouse she was in bra she just removed her bra turning back, I shyed she saw me getting shy..she laughed, I m your mom haleem, and then she removed her saree and got in nightie ..and we slept , in. The more I thought about it, the more confused I got. Why did he want to kill Vicdaen?Of course, Vicdaen could be called a traitor. He was half-blood Wiliji and was fighting for the humans. That could look like treason in the eyes of the Wilijies. But why care about it? He was only one person. There had to be a greater reason.There was another thing that got me puzzled. The Wiliji had called me 'Deathbringer'. How could he possibly know that I was called Deathbringer? He also knew that I would. ”She climbed off me and kneeled at my side. Nothing was said, she just looked into my eyes and dragged a couple of fingers up and down my chest for a while. It could have been a second or an hour. Time looking into Nicola’s eyes like this meant nothing. We often spent time, in silence, touching and stroking but not watching what we were doing. We would hold each other’s gaze and just let our hands roam where they went. Our only purpose in these moments was being connected.I think she was.