A rebel had gotten lucky with the swing of a blade; leaving a deep laceration running from his left temple to just past his jaw line. Raiden rubbed hi... hand along the side of his face; coming away with dried flakes of blood on his fingers. It had stopped bleeding a while ago, and would heal soon enough. The injury pained him not. It was more of a reminder of his wandering mind than of anything else. She had been in his thoughts during battle. An image of her had floated through his thoughts. But most importantly she was an Indian woman who had come to established in England with her husband. She had no c***dren. Her husband was a hotel manager and he would have to stay at work till late night. Sometimes she would come and talk with my mother. Every time she would come home I felt really happy to see her round ass and sexy breast.One day i was eavesdropping them and my mother asked her ,’Why don’t you have any c***d?’ She replied with a sad face,’My husband does have time for me. He. And we informed her that since she cleaned and cooked she didn't have to pay any bills.The first couple of weeks everything was fine until mom decided to surprise us by cleaning our room and putting new sheets on our bed. However we had a good sex session the night before and had left my wife's big black dildo on the nightstand. What shocked my wife is that mom washed it and put it back on the nightstand. That night at dinner my wife thanked mom for cleaning our room and I didn't think. Shirley had a determination in her eye that I didn't see yesterday. For instance, during her repeat of her leg lifts, she reached a bit wider--I think it was because she was shyer the previous day. However, all of her exercises looked a bit sharper and better defined.At the end of the workout, I praised her. "You're actually looking pretty sharp!" Thank you," Shirley said.I sat down behind Shirley, and instead of laying her head on my lab, she turned over until she was face down on my crotch..