No. The path was TO the Bells, not the path itself.Life was so much simpler, when she was just a father's daughter."Hey."Heather's voice was soft, wor...ried. Sam's eyes stayed on the fire, half empty mug dangling between her legs, as the sound of one of the metal chairs creaked as it was moved over next to her. A moment later a presence that could only be the long haired blonde settled next to her, shapely thigh pressing against hers.It felt good. Comforting. Heather always felt comforting.. It relaxes a little and I delve my tongue in further, she starts pushing back, like she wants something to push in further, to really force her asshole open and give it a good workout.One night, I wetted one finger in her pussy and then began to trace the outline of her asshole with the intention of sliding it in. I felt sure she was in the mood for ass fun, but to my surprise she slid away from me and sat up. "Lie on your stomach," she said.Aha, so this is what she has in mind, I thought. Once. "The general scowled. But he said nothing. He just got a clever look on his face.So what. No clever look he has will help him after the next thirty eight keystrokes were finished."May I ask a question?" You may." What are your plans?" Attend this party, get some issues solved, mingle the minimum required time and return to the Hades." I silently finished the last keystrokes. "There. The ship is secure. It will just sit here until I return, no matter what buttons are pushed." Don't you trust. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Finally, I was able to gain access and slumped in the driver’s seat with my head on the steering wheel. My mind was filled with unanswered questions and regrets. What went wrong, Sharon? Why us? Were we just another government statistic? After twenty five years of marriage, I was separated from my wife, my first and only wife. Deep in my heart, I knew that I would always care for her and a part of me still loved her. Long forgotten memories rumbled through my head, of times.