Pulling on my shirt he ripped it open, buttons popping off and flying through the air. I hear him sigh happily as he looked at my bare breasts. I coul... sense him leaning over me feeling his warm breath as he blew on my erect nipples.He gently rubbed my clit with his thumb, as he slowly entered three fingers inside of my wet pussy. I could feel his soft wet lips kiss my breasts, sucking and licking my hard pink nipples as he gently fingered me and rubbed my clit. My hips quivered as I raised my. If she didn't emigrate in the next twelve months then she would probably be separated from her daughter forever.She began frequenting coffee shops every morning even though she always ate breakfast with her children. She also took them to parks, malls, and every public event that she could manage. These gatherings could turn into Confederacy recruiting parties if enough volunteers and concubine candidates were present.Taking stock of her situation, she started looking for a way to get some. When he took my hand, his grip was firm, yet gentle. I was feeling fascinated and excited and wanted to get to know him better, something was stirring in me that I only felt when I was writing or reading erotica.“So what brings you to our fair town?” I asked.“Good question,” he answered. “I don’t even know where I am. I just took off yesterday and started driving. I just needed to get away from my routine. I was in a rut, so I hopped in my car and just started driving, completely impulsively. A short visit, a crazy idea, but was it crazy, the visit or the idea? Probably, very probably, I thought.She’d asked me to think about things, the things she’d said. And I did, and I thought about some other things too. I thought about Marian. I thought about Ava. I thought about Angel. Angel was different; she’d needed me, but wasn’t after money; the other two were. And me? What did I want; what was I after?All I ever wanted was my Ava. But Ava had made it clear that I was not what she wanted..