”“It’s really a lot better.”So was she. Her cycle of self-flagellation would inevitably return, but she seemed to be through the first emotion...l go-round already. That was a good sign. She smiled as I kissed the top of her head, nuzzling my nose into her dark hair. “Turn that off. Come talk to me while I’m cooking.”“Okay.” She followed me into the kitchen, taking a seat at the wide island. I tore off a paper towel and began patting dry the thick, fat scallops on the butcher’s block. Violet’s. As the siren faded into the distance the deputy looked at me with a big question in his eyes. I looked up at the nameplate above the pocket of his broad chest. It said Trammel."Trammel, you are officially allowed one question and one question only. Anything after that and you have to talk to Sheriff Foster. Shoot."Trooper Trammel mulled it over and decided that there wasn't really anything he needed to know that he didn't know already. He pulled himself up to his full height of 6'6" and saluted. Helen lowered herself onto my throbbing cock until I was buried in her balls deep and she began to slowly rock back and forth while playing with my nipples. I reached up to her breasts and took her nipples between my thumb and a finger tweaking them as if tuning in a radio.“Pull them harder!” she gasped.I did as requested and pulled hard on her stiff nipples giving a bit of a twist at the same time, she really liked this and began riding my cock harder the more I squeezed.I could hear Kathy. They stood silently, pointing strange looking weapons at him and his men. Kinna moved from behind Riggan, holding her crossbow centered on the decan's chest.One of the soldiers, contemptuous of any danger from this bunch of farm women, leaped at Riggan, swinging his club wildly. Kinna jumped between them, accidentally pressing the release of her weapon. It jolted in her hands, then everything went up in a swirl of lights as the club glanced off her head.When she regained consciousness her head.