When you're a sophomore geek, the high school goddess dating the senior star of the football team doesn't pay any attention to you, except to make you... life more miserable."Henry, I dropped my pencil. Could you pick it up for me?" she'd whisper. She'd be partially turned to face me. Her face would be pleading. Somehow another button was undone on her blouse. I'd feel my palsy return with its accompanying red heat as I struggled to reach her pencil that was closer to her than to me.Then. ”. I looked up at Yellow Mike, his almond shaped eyes staring at me in disbelief, as I made sure Steffan was fed. When I heard the crack. The side of his head exploded, and he pitched forward into the ring. Dead.Our savior moved like a wraith. Silent. Stalking those who had destroyed our home, with deadly intent. The small axe in his hand flashing like the hand of death itself. His dark leather coat spattered with the blood of those who tried to stop him. And then I saw him. Alistair had forced. I wriggled a little to his attentions then felt him ease my legs apart as I stared up at the lights in the distance. His mouth closed around my outer labia sucking gently, then licking and lapping at my pussy. I was warm and moist for him and his tongue seemed to revel in exploring. His hands grabbed onto my ass and I pushed myself down onto his face. I felt ready to orgasm. The feel of his tongue in me, the night air on my exposed flesh, the thrill of spontaneous carnality, the exciting risk. During my entire last marriage, I was in a lawsuit to recover income and ownership that was illegally taken from me over a year prior to the marriage. Even though we got along OK financially, there was this big payday always hanging out there.It is still hanging out there when we get divorced.I am fifty-seven. I have a house to live in. (I had never sold my house when I moved into my third wife's home. That should have set off alarms!) I am alone, just barely getting by financially, and.