There was a nurse taking my blood pressure, I saw, when my vision cleared. I tried to ask about the others, but could barely croak. The nurse finishe... what she was doing and held up a glass with a straw in it so I could take a drink. After the drink, I tried again and this time was able to speak although not loudly. I asked about my men and the civilian. She said that my men were all alive and that the 2 who had been wounded were doing well. I then asked about the man who had saved my life. All you’ve got is my clothes. Nobody knows you here. Take it for a ride.’ She was right and I retreated. I picked up the clothes and shoes and headed to the big handicapped stall at the end. It was your standard airport bathroom stall. Concrete floor, white porcelain, chrome bar all the way around. It even had a big mirror set low on the wall. Wheelchair height. I hated mirrors. Sure, I had reason to not look at myself when I was young and sick, but recently? I really hated mirrors. And in that. He could feel the wetness on this thigh where her pussy was sliding up and down. Gripped her ass tight with one hand and held her tight on his thigh as his other hand pulled her top down. The woman's tits were finally out and he wasted no time wrapping his mouth around a nipple. The woman moaned and Joshua felt sweet stinging sensation of nails being dug into his back. He moved to the other breast and began biting down softly on the wife's nipple. This seemed to be too much for the woman and. Pointing at the old man as he made his way infront of us. ‘Sir down on the settee you fat cunt’ he told me. I manoeuvres myself about and sat down, and was now fully attentive. This old gentleman has come to be entertained by you and you can’t even make him hard you fucking useless old fat cunt’ I looked at the old man. He must of been 75 or so. His limp cock was hanging out of his trousers being supported by the fingers of his right hand. I looked at his face and I can only describe him.