Every time she passed by His bed, she threw an extra glance at Him. He was lying still and was breathing heavily, and didn’t do much more than that ...ince he was too weak for it. Beatrice couldn’t avoid wonder what he was thinking about, was he scared? Happy of his heroic deeds? Longing for home? Or maybe just wondered what colours the walls had? Or if the nurses was sweet looking?The night was arriving; Beatrice would alone take the first nightshift. If something serious would happen, she would. I could hear many people talking in the other room, but couldn't make out anything being said. I heard a gavel drop three times, the door opened up and a uniformed guard took me by the arm to escort me into the courtroom.In the front of the courtroom sat a panel of three mullahs with the presiding judge in the center and, I assumed, a clerk and court reporter sat adjacent to the bench. The trial judge, I was soon to find out, was also the prosecutor. I learned (and experienced) that Iran has. He'd shoot his load into a wad of tissue, only to do it again the next morning before arising."Mmm...Missy," he said softly as his hand flashed up and down his dick. He was already on the edge of an orgasm. He imagined what it would feel like with Missy and that put him over the top. He fumbled for his already cummy tee-shirt, and barely got it in place before he fired off another heavy load. He felt as if he could stay hard even longer, but then he looked down at his throbbing member and told. Her face got serious and I thought she was going to give me hell but she instead asked " you would really what to fuck this ugly old lady."I told her first of all you're not ugly and second I would be honored to be accepted into your bed.She laughed and said " are you really "that" horny."I said I am always horny. She said I may be sorry because she hadn't had sex in about 4 years and she may surprise me by her needs. We went on joking around about it for awhile and then she said " well if you.