I thanked her for understanding and rested the handsetback into the phone on my desk slowly. God, she was too fucking well tome. If you had to have an... ex-wife who wasn't out to screw you at everyturn Sharon was that wife.The divorce wasn't as ugly as it could have been, but we'd grown apartand this was the fix. My job was the problem and it was a problem thatspilled over onto the kids. I hated that, I really fucking hated that.Of course this is where she took most of her exception from, my. Still shaking with fear, it became apparent that Mary was terrified of meeting the same fate as her cousin.With my arm still around the girls shoulders, I gave the frightened teenager a gentle squeeze and attempted to re-assure her, I promised her that if the Jap?s did manage to attack the hospital I could personally see to it that she was hidden away somewhere within the building where no-one would ever find her. Although re-assured, Mary was still upset and clearly in no fit state to resume. I kiss Cindy full and wetly, while sliding a hand under her blouse and bra and caress a breast. She doesn’t stop me. When I tweak her hard nipple, a moan escapes from deep within her, even while our lips remained fused. I slide my other hand into her pants and down to her marvelously dripping-wet vulva. My fingers start a furious rhythm against her clitoris and labia. Within seconds she’s climaxing, her big, beautiful breasts heaving against me. I don’t need a touch to know I’m also very wet.. ’ I looked at the ground around the disgusting mess. I located his tracks. ‘Worry not,’ I told him. ‘I’m on his trail. I’ll have his hide before sundown.’ I quietly hurried on my way. The Mordacious had left a nasty trail of huge tracks and muck. He wasn’t even concerned with trying to hide his trail, so conceited was he. I vowed that after that day no creative thinker would ever have to worry about his vicious attacks of envy again. Within the hour I heard an expletive hurled out into the.