As far as I can remember I have felt extremely close to her. Her sight, her nice smell and the feeling of her perfect big breasts pressing against my ...ody when she hugged me or kissed me excited me ever since I was a little boy. The story that I am about to tell happened when I was only 16 and a teenager in heat.It was an unusually hot summer night and I couldn't fall asleep. It was 2 am and I started playing with myself, the best thing I could do on a sleepless night. My bedroom door was ajar. She couldn't have weighed much over 100 pounds. I got the truck back down on level ground, and we spent the night in it.He hadn't stolen much. My first-aid kit was still there, and so were my emergencytools. The Glock in the visor was gone, but I had another in a compartmentunder the bunk, along with a sawed-off shotgun. That's where most of my moneywas, too. On the other hand, he had cleaned out my refrigerator, and that was goingto be a problem. I sure as hell wasn't going to buy food. I wiped my hands on a tissue and after massaging her scalp for a while, I put some of her facial cream on my fingers and carefully worked it into her skin. Even with her face, I didn't rush, but smoothed her brow, massaged her ears, carefully avoiding her piercings, even caressed her eyelids. I tenderly kissed her lips that she parted softly, but I didn't attempt to probe with my tongue. I just continued to pet her skin and work the cream into it.After I'd worked my way down to her throat, I. Jean, who killed her beloved Bria now laid claim to Mark. She was his Duchess, and they ruled Renee province. She knew Jean had turned up, but the Major hadn’t mentioned Mark being with her. He was even useless as a spy, no wonder she had ditched him.The Renee Province had been a thorn in Alina’s side for decades. It had always been profitable. She had never understood how Janet and her mother had accumulated so much land. She may have a city and two small towns in her province, but Janet had.