This one is a bigger weapon than a knife, looks like the scar my brother received from a bayonet... ‘“Are you a soldier?”Violette couldn’t hol... back her curiosity and asked as she stroked those scars, trying to compare with her brother’s.“No.”“But those scars look like my brother’s.”“Is your brother a soldier?”“Yes, he’s from the special forces. I know what I’m talking about since he always shows me when he makes a new scar. For example, this one looks like one he has with a knife. And this one. 00 with courage i climbed up to his berth (i don’t know how i got this courage, my fiancé and grandparent were with me). I was little bit afraid if someone wakeup, i went near him since it upper berth and he is sleeping i have only few space so need sat on my knees and slowly removed his trouser. That guy sleeping well so didn’t care about that. I started to rub his dick slowly to and fro. Then i kissed this dick then stomach finally near to his face. He was in sound sleep. I felt alcohol smell. Hope it reads a little easier now.)Before I started on counting up the points in Mel’s favor, I called her, just to check up how she was doing. She picked up quickly, but sounding wary, as if she was expecting that this would be the call to dump her, anticipating hurtful words. I promised her that I would make no rush decisions, and that I’d meet her face to face real soon to tell her how I felt. She sounded a little better after that. It seemed from her voice like she was suffering badly,. We didn't..."Nate took her hand and pulled her into the room. The rug was blue, the sofa snow-white. There were expensive paintings and sculpture everywhere. He snuggled an arm around her waist and walked her toward a fancy cabinet. It opened to reveal an array of bottles. Nate turned his blue eyes on her as if judging what her taste might be. Then he chose a bottle."Mary. That's your name, isn't it?" Yes." Mary looked at her hands. She was twisting the bottom edge of her shirt. She felt so.