. more or less ... shoved me outta the seat and took over. He was Much better at it than I.“Gonzalez?”“Sí, Patrón,” he said.“That’s your...job.”“Sí, Patrón.”At the end of the day, Gonzalez, lubed the zerks, filled the gas tank, checked hydraulics and the oil reservoir, checked the engine oil and added a pint.A thumbs up and I was off to home. It’s only a block and a half, I wanted to make sure I was there when winter struck. I could walk it.The shower was great and the meal ... wait ... who. That’s the good news. The bad news is that I have spoken to the doctors at the hospital and they said that you can’t be saved. You have been completely spitted, and the damage that was done to you internally will cause your death, some sooner than others. They said they could operate and try to fix you up but it would at best just be a short delay. In the end you would still die. But I have more good news. You can still be a benefit to your families. You could agree to go ahead and be BBQed and. I told him about the assault and why I had to leave so quickly. He actually paid me that morning for everything I was owed and gave me a $100 bonus. In return, I promised him that I would come back to work there if an opportunity came.’ Dad was very pleased and told her so. I looked at him and said, ‘Pam has that book she damaged. The policeman who assaulted her has recently been charged with dealing drugs stolen from the evidence locker. We think that book is important to the prosecutor. What. When we have both come down from our mutual orgasm, I slowly withdraw from you.You turn over onto your back and slowly open and close your legs.A large dribble of my cum slowly pours out of you and runs down the crack of your ass. What a sexy sight!I climb up and lay next you, and you move close to me, putting your head on my chest. I lightly stroke your hair with one hand, your arm with my other, and tell you how wonderful you felt to me. You moan your approval and kiss my chest. I feel so.