"Jeff tore his eyes away from the gore around him and walked over to the firing position he'd occupied during the battle. The 7mm gun was still there ...ut was far from functional. Its body had been broken in half by the exploding tank rounds and its barrel had been bent. Not only that, most of the ammunition drums had been cracked open, spilling the rounds out onto the concrete floor.One look outside the firing port told him he wouldn't be needing the 7mm, or any other weapon. There were no. “Are you okay, did I hurt you, I’m so sorry.” The thoughts in my head are completely irrational. I know they are. It’s not anything you’ve done or said. There are no marks on me exposing a wound. There is just emotion. “Please talk to me, what did I do?” With tears in my eyes all I can do is press my head against your chest. “…hold me” is all I can mutter as tears start to leave their wet trail down my cheeks. “Oh, Michelle, I’m so sorry, please talk to me, tell me what’s wrong.” I say. Dawn and i had seen the band and we had been for our meal and we got back to the hotel for about 11,30 we sat and shared a bottle of wine then another, by now Dawn was tipsy and when she is like that she is open to anything, the wine was going down well when the lads turned up in the hotel, the majority had gone straight off and Dwight came over with a few of his mates, he said how are we doing James and Dawn, we are good thanks you's, we are great now we have seen you 2, Dwight must have had a. She was using me for her own pleasure, but I certainly was complaining. I felt her orgasms as they came, her pussy pulsating; then, she began tightening her internal muscles, milking me until I couldn't hold out any longer. We both came. After a moment she climbed off me, went out to the bathroom, and came back with a wet wash cloth and cleaned us both. She returned to bed, and we held each other. I laid there quietly for several minutes, not sure how I was going to ask the question that had.