I’ll have to shower first,’ Ashley smiled. ‘Why don’t you call me when you get back, or just stop by?’ ‘Sounds great, I’ll do that’, a...d off I went to the corner store. On the way to the store, all I could think about is the image of Ashley opening her door. Standing there so young and innocent, her ice blue eyes, and her amazing body. A young angel had moved in across the hall from an old devil. I bought a twelve pack, and headed home. In my mind, I could smell Ashley. Her soft lips brushing. Her ragged dress could not hide the thickening of her waist. Her head was covered with a heavy veil to keep out dust swirling around on the hot wind from the desert. Sometimes, men — strangers to this place – thought her condition made her an easy target for their desires, but others would soon warn them about the curse. Anyone who lay with her would die. Though some tried, her vacant stare and mindless prattling soon made them seek easier companions. She often stood here watching crowds. She was waiting for me, naked, in the middle of the room on her knees. The only thing she was wearing was a black velvet choker with a black stone as a clasp. Her and my eyes met, we had an immediate understanding, no words. I walked over in my bathrobe and stood towering over her. With a gentle, bagging look, she untied my bathrobe and with her soft warm long fingers started massaging my cock. Slowly at first, with loving tenderness but then after seeking a quick approval with a questioning. He ran his hands down her body and stopped to kiss her pert nipples. He knelt down further and began licking her pussy. She spread her legs wide for him as he tongue bathed her clit. She cupped her breast and began gently pinching and squeezing her nipples. Cathie released three soft grunts, her abdomen heaving with each, as he brought her to a slow rolling climax. It was now time for Mark to mount my wife. He got up on his knees and placed his cock between her legs and onto her belly. .