She gasped and moaned, smearing her hot cunt against my face. Every one of my breaths full of her sweet scent.She squeezed her big tits hard as she th...rashed. Her fingers sank into those lush tits. I shuddered, my right hand reaching up her convulsing body. I grabbed her tit beneath her hand, savoring the feel of her plump flesh.“Gods, yes!” howled the goodwife. “Oh, you are such a stud! You must be one of Slata's divine sons! She sent you to me to give you pleasure.”“Maybe she did,” I grinned,. Again I was back to restless evenings. I had started to keep a baby sledge hammer with me in case that thief returned. He did. He went to Stella car and found the passenger door unlocked. He put his head and started to search the car. I came up very quietly and slammed the car door on his head. This knocked him out. Pulling the bastard out of the car and closing the door. I used my hammer, I hit his right hand wrist hard. Not one not twice but three times hard. Then I smashed his elbow.Stella. So, what, pray tell, is your ... game? What’s your angle?” Crowley’s crisp English accent couldn’t hide his suspicion and fear of me.I was a lone wolf, so to speak. A rogue, a renegade. I was a free agent, operating with my crew according to my own damn rules, and with no chain of command to restrain. There was no handbook, no book of regulations, no disciplinary process to bring me to heel. The only ones guiding me were the Muses, and they answered to far greater Deities than any in this. She was perched on the edge, feet planted at his sides. He yanked the plug and picked up the lotion bottle warming in the water. He splatted a few dollops in his palm. It was thin, almost watery now from sitting in the warm water. He started smearing the drippy lotion along her thighs and across her pussy.The only hint of a tan line on her body he ever saw was when she opened her legs wider than she did out in the sun. He could see it now, like the fine shred of a secret.“Nothing is ever fine..