With one hand he guided his dick once more towards my vagina. He pressed in and I felt the familiarity of his dick inside of me again.It slid in easi...r this time. He began thrusting first slow and then faster and faster. I felt the slap of his balls hitting the back of my legs and ass. I could feel the moisture of his sweat and my wetness dripping down my thighs now. As he thrust his dick into mehe began pulling my hips toward his cock with each thrust. It still hurt but I found myself. In the envelope was a magazine by name "OBSERVER" printed with a very professional layout on high quality paper. Though I had never heard about neither the magazine nor the organization, it was obvious for me that the OBSERVER was made by very skilled people.Then I found the small note included, written with same handwriting as on the envelope. It read, "Page 16 ought to be of great interest for you."That was all. I had much more important work related mail to take care about, why the OBSERVER. I miss her so much. We had a lot of fun throughout our 46 years together but towards the end I let her down. All the magic I had at my fingertips and couldn’t save her. Dying at 68 and in pain, is too soon nowadays. Sure, I could give her a day free of pain, even day after day free of pain, but the agony always came back to hurt her more. Then one day she begged me not to try any longer. We accepted that I couldn’t save her life so we spent our last few days together, me trying to conceive of a. Justin had a flash of apprehension that vanished when the doctor lit a candle. Justin took in the doctor and his hopes fell. The doctor was a hunchback. That was why they thought he looked strange. He wasn’t really out of the ordinary. Not in the way Justin had hoped. Iras asked her questions but Justin’s mind was elsewhere. Iras pulled him out a few minutes later. ‘Was that enough?’ Iras asked quickly. ‘You were great, thanks,’ Justin said. Iras smiled. A big smile. The biggest Justin had seen.