"I could tell him that he'd be gone for a couple of weeks," she thought. "Isn't that what they'd call a punt in football?" She thought it funny that s...e'd think of such an expression just then, particularly since she didn't even like football."Mommy?" asked Corey again.Just then, her cell phone rang, and smiling down at Corey, she said, "Just a minute." She'd forgotten to turn it off when she put it on the charger and was thankful for her mistake."Hello?"It was Jen, and glancing back at Corey. Ever since we always been shisha friends too. So we been many times. Since we went we got close n closer about our wives. Eventually I realised it turned me on him finding my wife fit and he realised it didn't bother me him saying dirty things about her. When he came to my house he started to flirt a bit with my wife and because she is a very warm person she kinds didn't mind but it grew into her eventually. When we had sex I joked to her while fucking about him fancying her. That joke grew. The thing that made me special, that identified me as me from the time I was 14, was that when I wanted a man in my bed, I got him. Every. Fucking. Time. When you try to judge me please understand my mental and emotional state. I was desperate, horny and scared. Now that's a dangerous combination if there ever was one. I can see now that some of my actions were wrong. I admit that. But others were at fault too. I decided if John was too pig headed to fuck me willingly, well I would just have to. Brenda still sat at the table and Henry put a top had on the table in front of her and said, “Brenda it is time to draw your fate.”Brenda almost chocked seeing and hearing this and she reached in the hat and came out with paper and unfolded it in front of her. In bold letters it said, “Cut in half by a sword” Brenda said, “I was relived to not have to be buried alive but she was hoping to be beheaded with an axe.” She got no reply but saw Henry go outside and pick up the heavy sword. He got a.