She could not simply go in and kill her or kidnap her. Just as she promised Dalibora she’d find and punish Oana, she had promised the Priest in the ...reat Temple she’d not spill Oana’s blood. There was nothing more for her to do for the moment than try to memorize the interior of the residence and the arrangement of the furniture. Danka realized it would be a good idea to re-create the entire layout of Oana’s residence and practice moving about in the dark. As best she could, she tried to. I positioned myself close to that sweet ass, placed my cock close to her pussy and then drove it inside. We groaned loudly as I plunged within, my body slapping against her ass cheeks. I grabbed her hips and began to fuck her deeper. I rammed hard against her, my stiff cock penetrating the depths of wet cunt, again and again. I reached underneath and grabbed her big tits, squeezing them and pulling her hard nipples.After a few minutes of this heavy pounding, I called out, "I'm gonna cum."She. As I started down the stairs I started thinking about what I had set in motion. If all works out nothing around here will be the same again. If it fails well I'll keep everything as the court doesn't like adultery and Mary can't prove the taking of our daughter was ****. Rounding the corner I saw her in the kitchen. She had just finished pouring a cup of coffee for me. "Morning honey" I said. "Have you thought more about what we talked about last night?" "Yes and I still am not sure, but I'll. Well, I did see him, but I never received a formal introduction to him. We met for just the briefest of moments that one time when I brought you to him after you hurt your chin. However, I do not believe that he paid me much attention. He was quite concerned, and rightly so, with your injury. Head wounds bleed profusely and once he ascertained that I bore no responsibility for the gash on your chin, he promptly forgot all about me and tended to you." So, was it real the memories I have of you.