The breeze caressing her wide open legs, wreaking havoc on her ability to remember the words. She did not much care, as it turns out. It was not just ...he summer breeze. She suddenly noticed that the swing was rubbing her ass in such a way that her breath caught. The blue sky and the sun added to her overall sense of feeling good and right. Without quite realizing it she shifted in the swing so that her breath came up short again. And again. There was some part of the wood that caught her in. His brown tweed waistcoat and black tie made him seem more like a white man than an Arab. He looked at her with the doubtful eyes. Do you perchance need a lift maam? said an older British man with short, grey and white hair and a grey and white mustache in a dark grey 3-piece suit and blue tie behind the steering wheel. He was fat, like as his Arab friend. His appearance reminded her of Vernon Dursley from Harry Potter so much. Yes mister, I prefer to go to Sheffield if you please replied Nun.. He then started caressing my bare back as blouse was open completely. He shifted little bit so that his lips came to my lips level and without hesitation he put lips on mine. His hands were busy with my both breasts and back. We were kissing intimately for Another 20-25 minutes. Then he lowered his hand to my stomach and started caressing it. My left hand was caressing his hairs and right hand around his waist. He started pushing his left hand fingers through my saree from front. I did not got. Realizing what that must mean, she swarmed down his arm and latched on to the front of his suit, scanning for the tear or rip that had to be there, venting his air to vacuum. What she saw horrified her. He was impaled and pinned to the wall. A sword-length shard of metal had passed through the soldier to his left and entered Vlad's chest just underneath his arm. It penetrated far enough that the tip was buried in the bulkhead behind him, keeping him upright and slowing the leak of air from his.