I’m dying--my dick’s pounding, she’s shaking, and then I notice how swollen her nipples are beneath her tee-shirt. Awesome titties, and I reach...to take a nipple between my thumb and forefinger, and I pinch just a bit and roll it back and forth.“Oh, God, mmm,” she says, then uncovers her face and like dives at my cock and sucks it like it’s delicious food and the first edible thing she’s seen in a month. She makes eye contact; her tongue is lolled out and she’s smacking the head of my cock on. But really I'm a fairly shy and gentle soul who took a while to settle into the role of trophy wife. Growing up I was not at all the classy but flashy piece of personal decoration I am today. And despite the assertion that I get my head refilled with the same air compressor used to top off my tires I didn't turn to a life in high heels and making men happy because I had no other choice! No, I had jobs all through high school and college and the promise of a junior marketing executive position. She was a little embarrassed when she realized the new guy was staring at her, not at the group but straight at her.She saw him stop Peter and the three of them turn toward her. Peter said something to the other guy, and then waved at her. As Peter and the girl turned and started walking again, the other guy stood for just a second. Kamea realized he was looking directly at her and when their eyes met she felt a little shiver go through her body. He smiled a big, friendly smile and waved to. The stake would prevent her from turning.The Hunter spun around and walked out of the house without a backwards look. He closed the door behind him, looked towards the sky, "One more down, thanks for the clear skies and good hunting." The Hunter started on the long dark walkway towards his small apartment, thinking about the path that had brought him to this point in his life. He mentally played back his own life story."The name is Williams, Lee Williams, and if you ever call me Lee or Williams.