I worked from home anyway, and my work provided the most of our household income. Herman had not exactly been poor, and on his death, Pauline had inhe...ited nearly a quarter of a million pounds, about half in cash and the rest in securities and investments, which provided her with a regular quarterly injection of funds. She insisted in sharing her wealth – she said it was because Lindy and I, mainly me, had taken her in and looked after her and her children after Herman died.We found a former. At times, he could still hear her sexy voice and laugh. He could still feel the softness of her caress. The way her hair felt in his fingers as it lay upon his chest. Plus, he remembered the fire that ignited in her deep green eyes, when she was aroused. He could not get out of his mind, that special way she had of waking him up in the morning, with her lips on his dick. Not a night passed, when she was not there, in his dreams. There were times he'd awaken in the middle of the night, and know. “Horse Face, what brings you here?” Grace summoned the courage to turn and look into the blue eyes of Tom Jackson, her best friend Alison’s older brother. The rumpled state of his coffee-coloured hair gave the impression he’d just climbed out of bed - at two in the afternoon. His muscled arm rested on the door frame above his head and the breeze caressed the dark hairs sprinkled across his chest. He wore black boxer briefs and nothing else. No matter how long she stood here, Grace knew she’d. Although the general public was not aware of this weakness (referred to as ‘the curse of the heroine’ by the superhuman community), the criminal element was. In fact the knowledge of it was part of the first rule of their criminal code: any defeated heroine was fair game sexually. This made the stakes of any altercation high for a heroine, the consequences of any defeat would more than likely be sexual. Of course once a heroine’s body was warmed by any sexual shenanigans and the touch of.