Realistically, she needed a husband when she was going to bear a child. She would need one much less as time went on. Being a divorced woman with a ch...ld was far less of an embarrassment than being a never-married woman with a child was. So, he figured, his best chance was to be the person she needed when she needed the title less.And Candy had the circle from UMW to give her advice. They were the new mothers in the church. They all knew what the latest advice was. He wasn’t terribly sure that. They were explicit in detail and no depravity had escaped Clay's camera.Then, a completely inexplicable thing occurred in the young wife. The drinks, the digital stimulation of her breasts and clitoris, the lewd videotape, the salacious pictures on the wall, the knowledge that this man wanted her sexually, and her own need all combined suddenly to give her the most erotic and sudden urge she had ever experienced.She felt the moistness between her legs, the keening sensations that coiled and. About that time a man came up to her and kissed her and put his hand between her legs and was gripping her pussy.He said to her, "Your husband is over there at the table fingering my wife so I thought I would come over her and play with his wife."She looked at me as she talked to him. "Go ahead Charlie. Finger fuck my pussy. Show this man how good you are. Make me come!"I watched as he pushed her panties to the side and shoved three fingers up her pussy. I could hear the gushy sound of his. “I have before. Not for many millennia.” Isabella isn’t sure she likes that answer. Death can tell. “You and I weren’t ready to meet, Bell. I have lived a long time.” One hand still in her hair, the other goes to her waist, holding her close.Being in Death’s arms: A notion she never saw coming.“You seduce,” she accuses.“You still have your free will,” Death responds, resenting her implication. “I only amplify your sixth sense. Stop trying to fit my existence into a box. Feel me, Isabella.” He.