.. " she sputtered."If you wish to bury them, anoint your house with oil and turn it into a pyre."The woman rose to her feet and reached out a hand to...touch his leg with a plea."Don't touch me," Stefan snarled with menace in his voice and the young woman drew back in fear. "You may be infested with lice and fleas of the pestilence."She took a step towards him again with disbelief, and Stefan went to draw his sword from its sheath. She withdrew her step with a look of absolute dread on her. I heard her once yelling at some poor guy in a suit because he called her stuck-up or something and he never went near her office again. I never have problems though, 'cause I think she likes me 'cause she always smiles and gives me candy and greets me with a soft voice and her eyes are so big and beautiful even behind those big ugly glasses she sometimes wears. I get feelings for her like I used to get for my Mary Lou and sometimes I go home and beat my lizard just thinking about Ms Thornton. With each inward stroke you can feel the hard soft plum of his cock head battering against your cervix, softening it, stretching it, as if it is a medieval battering ram seeking to gain violent entrance to your inner castle sanctum. And all this time you are lapping up your come from the bench top like a thirsty dog, grunting like a bitch in heat, and groaning like a tortured animal. After only a short time you can hear him groaning behind you and his strokes falter as you know he is nearing. She could not believe she just fucked her neighbour whom she had met about only a few times. It was unbelievably hot and sexy. He withdrew from her, and kissed her. They dressed without saying a word. He grabbed her arms and pulled her to him. He kissed her again and said ‘Jasmine let me walk you home, I don’t want you out in the dark alone ok?’ ‘Ok. Let’s walk home,’ she said quietly. ‘I can’t believe I let you fuck me. I have never cheated on George. I feel a bit guilty, but it felt so nice.