"The old fart reached back, ignored my previous warning about pulling out the shrapnel, yanked it out of his ass and – hells bells – fucking blood...began to spray out of the wound!I jumped to Jack's side and scolded him, "Jack, that piece of shrapnel nicked an artery!" I began to put pressure on the wound, glared at the Captain and swore, "I hope you're fucking happy! We're not going anywhere until I take care of this bleeder! And if you don't fucking like it then I suggest you take it up with. Your other hand finding my balls and gently squeezing them. My pants fall and I stand before you completely naked, both of us trembling in the cool air as our skin glistens with perspiration in the sunlight shining through your kitchen window. I lift you down and push you over the kitchen table, the soft but firm skin of your buttocks before me. I move closer to you pushing my self against you, stroking your back and releasing your bra, feeling your neck, reaching for your breasts which now. For example: pain relief, depression, insomnia, anxiety, sexual arousal and more. This blend he tells me is for anxiety, sexual arousal, and gives a person an all over physical relaxation but does not make the user sleepy.He steps up to me, leans forward and reaches a hand around my neck and pulls me into his kiss. Damn! Only the 2nd guy I have ever kissed and he feels and tastes better than almost every woman I have kissed. Soft, fierce, perfect lips with a determined probing tongue promising. Her expression of quiet calm returned, belying the anger and shame, boiling inside her. She smoothed her suit, trying to straighten wrinkles that weren’t there, she felt the nasty discharge, oozing out of her crotch. It trickled down her legs, and clumps of disgusting semen splashed between her feet. Her body still trembled from her orgasm.“Wipe those stupid looks off your faces and get back to work,” she ordered. Her own thoughts turned to Jake, her husband. She wanted to cry for him. She.