Hopefully the word hasn't gotten out yet that you'restill alive; best if they think they succeeded. But we can talk later."He stood and left without ...urther comment.David lay back in his agony. * * * * * *It was early the following day that Captain Bradford returned. Davidwas already up and around, and was anxious to get out of the hospitaland back home. But as Bradford entered, he turned and locked the doorbefore sitting in one of the small chairs. "Good morning,". Shit, he thought, she smells blood, like a shark. She’s already moving in for the kill.“Clipper. You have strong ideas about stuff. You don’t have one about this?”“Girl, I really don’t. I haven’t spent a lot of time on it. You know that I’m not a deeply religious person. You’ve spent enough time with me to know that. But I don’t want to change what you believe. I want you to be comfortable with your ... ideas. Your beliefs. I don’t want to spoil anything for you.”“I don’t have any beliefs,” she. She fell over onto the side with a hand on her tits and another on her vagina.Sweta had been looking on and looked like she couldn’t take it any longer. So she straddled my already hard and now glowing cock but faced away from me. My hands were on her hips so she could comfortably get on. I was too hard to be too cautious and i knew that sweta was already used to my cock inside her so not before long i began to move upwards and downwards pretty roughly. Sweta was on the par she rode me just as. Nothing untoward happened that week.Sharon arrived on Wednesday as usual but she was not her ebullient self. She hugged Richard and kissed him on arrival but had nothing to say for a change."What's wrong, my sweet," Richard asked."Nothing." Yes there is. Tell me."Sharon's eyes searched his face and found nothing but love and concern. "Poor little Tig!" she cried bursting into tears. "Louise told me about Edinburgh and then Neil filled me in on the rest. It shouldn't happen to such a sweet.