”“I don’t get it,” Dexter said glancing over at her.Bambi sighed. She said, “A man can go out and fight an army for an ideal. You know ... c...untry, family, or even a company. There’s a strength of character in that, that I find attractive.”“A woman will fight for her children,” Dexter said.“That’s not an ideal that she’s fighting for. Believe me, I know. It’s about keeping what she has,” Bambi said.“Isn’t that what a man does?” Dexter asked.“A man will fight in the hope of improving things,”. There was a woman’s whisper in my ear. Mistress Leveria. Bring me Yavara, bring me Elena if you can. Kill the rest. Kill them slowly. My hand shot out and cast a bondage spell across Elena. She dropped to the ground, her face frozen in shock. “Prestira?” Patricia thought it was a joke, “What the hell are you-”I set her clothes aflame. I stared blankly as my blood-granddaughter flailed frantically, trying to beat out the arcane fire. Too late. The sun pierced through her burning clothes, and she. Her lips were so soft and tight, and I could feel almost a vacuum-like pressure, as if her body was trying to pull me in deeper. After years of loneliness, her pussy craved to be stretched by my cock and filled with cum. With each passing second, a noticeable change could be seen in Jill. Her cries of anguish were turning into moans, and her hands, which had been gripping the sofa for dear life, were now brushing the golden hair out of her face while she licked her lips.Deciding I wanted to see. He pulls in to get the mail – sorting over the trash he tosses the flyers, tucks the bills under his arm, and glances down at the last envelope. It’s handwritten. What the hell? No one writes letters anymore – maybe it’s from an old friend for his birthday. He stops. Would she have done this? It would be pretty stupid, totally bold, and incredibly reckless – so it could definitely be her. He had been her partner in crime doing some wildly inappropriate moves in the past. He knew what she was.