I was surprised that she cared if I loved her. We’d avoided that discussion pointedly. “No, Cheryl. I’m not going to stop loving you.” “What...if she’s a better lay than I am?” she asked. “I doubt that,” I laughed. “She might be different, but not better.” “I’ll still be afraid she’ll take you away from me.” “And that’s another reason why I’m not doing it.” “Just don’t tell me if you do. Promise?” “No need to make that promise, Cheryl. I’m not.” “Promise me,” she insisted. I sighed. “I promise.”. He pulls her to lie back againstHis body while slowly running His hands overher shoulders an breasts, her nipples quicklycoming to attention as He gently but firmlypunches and pulls on them. All the while sheis looking at her hubby tied to the chair, hiserection painfully hard.Sir then proceeds to wash every inch of herbody paying attention to her pubic area andthen tells her that He is going to make surethat all of her body is devoid of hair, as Hestarts to shave her.When He is done He gets. I called her later that night and the next day we were meeting at a park near her home. She had a new conversion van which she wanted to show me...once inside she proved that her nickname was perfect for her. She spit, stroked, licked and deep throated my cock like no one had ever before. I pulled off her top and pushed her shorts down around her ankles, exposing her natural, full bush. She laid down on the bed and spread her mature pussy to display a pair of long, full and wet lips...we fucked. He had turned and fled in terror and shame, hearing her cries and desperate pleas suddenly cut out in a choking, gagging noise that made his stomach turn.But in the heat of the fight, in the mess of the tunnels, in the panic of the moment as he had fled, he had taken the wrong path, the map he had in his mind of the twisting tunnels no longer made sense, he was hopeless and helplessly lost.He paused and rested his hand against a wall, dropping his sword and panting hard, holding up his hands.