There were only the two guards from earlier outside, his soldiers could take them with a surprise attack.He watched CGB circle around her, smiling men...cingly as he sized her up. She stood in a defensive posture with her hands up, her demeanor calm. He cringed as the fucker lunged at her, wrapping his arms around her small frame. She was quick, sliding down and out of his grasp, pushing herself back between his legs. She grabbed both of them at the knees, knocking him to the ground.Jack moved. Skip this part.It is relevant however, to understand what got me to where I am.I've been married to the love of my life for 15 years now. She's anattractive woman with a great personality. We love each other dearly andtalk openly about any subject. Nothing is held back. We made thatpromise from day one. She is 13 years my junior. I am now 48 years old.Do the math. I suppose no story would be complete without a descriptionof the characters.Carol (my wife) isn't a tall woman. She stands. My favorite destination during these breaks was my hometown, a hundred kilometres from the city where I lived. My ancestral home in my hometown was a huge house with more than 15 people living under one roof. The heroine of this story is my father’s cousin’s wife, Hema (name changed) who got married and came to our family when she was just 16 years. She was very fair and slim with average boobs and a well shaped ass which was a major turn on for me. The favorite pass time at my ancestral home. She shakes her head and tries to say something, but my grip on her throat is too tight. No sound escapes her lips. Duke hits his target and upon thrusting into her pussy, he buries himself to the hilt within her. Her body goes rigid, then limp. Liz has passed out. I release my grip on her throat, reaching down to squeeze her breasts instead, twirling her nipples between my fingers. Duke thrusts madly into her, shaking the whole bed. I groan and thrust into her ass. I eagerly take advantage of.