But ... I was something they were unused to dealing with ... a pregnant foreigner. They ‘expedited’ my escape.“Da. You can go.”Cyn was willing...to take me to the field to the west ... still a military installation ... they weren’t willing. RostAero is east in Rostov ... and I could go there. I and my wallet would be greeted with open arms. With open palms. But it was the bus ... Cyn wasn’t thrilled. I was dumped. At the airport I was told I could fly from there ... to Moscow ... or Volgograd .... Suddenly, I took her in my arms and hugged her. “I can not see you in pain and in such a miserable condition”, I said. I caressed her back, all over her spine. There was no resistance from her side. I lifted her face and kissed the blue softly, she looked in my eyes and I put my lips on her lips, softly touched her lips with mine withdrew. I looked into her eyes but those were closed.So I put my lips on hers again and slowly started sucking those petals one by one. She neither resisted nor. " he smirked as he slapped his cock across her rosey cheeks smearing cum over her lips.John appeared with a white rag in his hand, he grabbed a fist full of her hair and covered her mouth and nose with the rag. As she drew deep breaths everything became hazy.When Pat came to again she was lying on a mattress covered in sweat, cum and tears; alone. She could hear someone laughing deep and loudly, but couldn't see them. She lay on the semen covered mattress holding her head in her hands as. After several insertions of his “measuring stick” he declared that it was in excellent condition; “prime pussy”.Later that night back in her own bed, she rode her Honey with slow and sensuous strokes. His cock was like iron as she talked about how sexy she felt being filled with the many shafts and billions of sperm at the beach. She came over and over again as he tweaked her tits and her pussy clamped down on his embedded rod.“Honey,” she cooed, “you are the best man I’ve ever found. I don’t.