Then we chatted for a bit and I left. Well this went on for a couple of months. The hugs became longer; the kisses wetter, hands roamed a little more,... and there was no hiding my hard-on any more. The big problem was her husband was always there. He never said anything about me hanging around his wife, and the hugging, which I always thought was strange. I could tell that she wanted to do more as much as I did, but I wasn’t sure how to get that done. One day before we broke the hug, I kidded her. We sat in my car and started our journey back to the city. On the way, we both told how badly we missed each other. And continued making fun of each other. We reached my home in an hour. As we entered the main hall, I asked her to freshen up and then we would order dinner. I relaxed myself on the beanbag, and she entered the bathroom.After about 10 minutes, the door opens, and there she was standing only in her bra and panty, and was looking smoking hot. I could not believe my eyes, as she. Gangs are preconditioned to fight instead of think. Their first instinct is far too often to choose violence, because it usually works. Once the violence turned their members into statistics, they chose to make their stand wherever we found them. It used to be that prisons were filled with MS13 psychotic killers. After our season of hell, graveyards became the next destination for the gang. The attacks against law enforcement dried up as soon as the tortured bodies of MS13 thugs started to. Though she tried to fight it, it came upon her anyway. She had learned to live with it, though it angered her after it passed.Her body had betrayed her. She had spent countless years ruling herself with an iron fist, focused only on the ultimate goal and refusing to acknowledge her body’s needs or desires. It had made her formidable and strong, capable of inhuman acts of patience and will. Others feared her willpower and their fear combined with her will made her extremly dangerous.Well, she.