"I saw that in battle. When we fought against the Rojandos from the south. The men who were married and had families were our finest warriors, they wo...uld stand at the gates of the village, even other people's villages, and fight like madmen." His eyes took on the distant look of an old campaigner. She knew it well from veterans in both the Windy Isles and Ghant after the ill-conceived wars that Ghant launched on the island nation. "The youths would break easily and be cut down as the enemy rode. She must’ve felt the effect it was having on me as my dick was hardening. She unzipped my fly, pulled out my dick and started stroking it while we kissed. I tried to undo her bra but she pushed my hand away. She stopped before finishing me off saying we had to get ready to head out to the game. I begged her not to leave me in that state and to finish me off with her hand or mouth, but she said if I wanted the job done I’d have to do it myself and that she wanted to watch. So I laid back on the. I licked the thumb of my left hand, covered it with saliva and pressed it to her anus. I circled it a couple of times and then pushed it up inside her bum hole. She didn’t complain or acknowledge the move with my thumb other than to reach around and take hold of my wrist. I thought she was going to pull my thumb from out of her butt. No instead she drove my thumb deeper into her as she applied pressure to my wrist. Thumb and cock drove in and out of her in unison until she came. She came. We hadn’t even fought. Life returns to good. She leaves, comes home, and won’t let me touch her for three days, again with no reason. It’s getting a little easier to get over it, I guess. Next time out of the shoot, hell she doesn’t even have to leave. In walks Mr. New, Mr. Exciting, Mr. can’t keep his hands off me, he sees a beautiful woman giving him the look, and the hunt is on. A wedding ring, bah, a ring is for sitting on a finger, not keeping pants closed, especially if the wearer doesn’t.