He grunted in satisfaction and grabbed a handful of my curly hair at the back of my head. He pushed down with his hands and up with his hips, shoving ...ore cock into my greed mouth.I gagged a little before I could relax my throat. He grunted again, saying I was really a very good sucker.Then he stood up and grabbed my head again. He pushed his huge black cock into my mouth and down my throat. I looked into his eyes as he began to fuck my mouth with no mercy.Some tears began to run down my. It hummed quietly as we droveacross the clinic. The drive was smooth and the air cool and refreshingas it breathed across my legs. Low-powered headlights cut a hazy swathahead of us, briefly illuminating empty benches, small cultivated gardensand darkened buildings. Only once did we glimpse other people, a man anda woman standing close together beneath a tree. Their startled facesloomed palely at us before the path we followed twisted away and leftthem behind. I thought I saw a guitar in the. "At this there was another rambunctious round of toasts to theglory of France, and the subject seemed to be forgotten.Next, the conversation got to our future plans when we arrivedin France."Perhaps, ladies," asked the colonel, "I will contact theBordeaux authorities, and they can help you search for anyrelatives?"I shook my head. "You are very kind, but I insist. I do not wantto put anyone to any trouble. You will have done more thanenough, to help us back to our beloved France." I certainly. .. there isn't anything else really to do," she replied. "But I'd sure like to get away from here. You have a car?" Gloria's got it." Oh, yeah. Gloria." Come on, Wendy, she's just a friend. I'm not married to her." You sleep with her, don't you?" she blurted out before she'd realized what she'd been thinking. She averted her eyes, angry at herself, and embarrassed at the way David laughed at her again.What do you know about sex, little lady?" More than you think," she said grimly. "More than.