Do you like fucking my tight little cunt? Judy doesn’t give you this much anymore, does she?’ ‘Just on Saturday night…that’s it…I’ve bee... so fucking horny, baby….you love being my dirty little girl, don’t you?’ ‘Yes, yes, make me your dirty little fuck slut, yes!’ Casey cried. ‘Oh God, Matt, I’m going to cum again!’ ‘Cum for me,’ I grunted. ‘I want you to cum for me. Show me how dirty you are.’ When she’d cum, I then put Casey onto her back, sliding back into her pussy and slammed into her. They'd not seen a hospital out in those areas ever."Anyway, one day the local mullahs got angry and came by, demanding tribute. We told them where to get off and three hours later, we were under attack. We tried to tell them we had children and wounded, but no, they kept coming. Joe was one of the guys holding them off."After the first attack – there was never just one – Joe ran out and grabbed weapons from the dead. Several AK47's, some pistols and a rocket launcher. He made a point of arming. I walked to the coffee shop and grabbed a large regular. My gait was, by necessity, a bit like a cowboy as I was wearing my head-to-toe black leathers. My jacket was thick cow-hide and the chaps, belted at my waist, made a neat triangle around the front of my jeans and then encased my legs all the way to my black leather parade boots.I headed back to the bike and leaned against the seat as I sipped on my coffee.A diminutive looking man sitting in the Audi at my back glanced sideways at me as I. She was so helpless and afraid to leave your side the first few weeks she was here. It seemed like she would never pull out of the shell she had covered herself with. I watched her change and gain something she didn't have until you showed it to her. She gained her pride and confidence because of the open and clear love you showed her. When you got shot at the barn, I almost died because I realized you had become like a son to me also. I was still never sure about your feelings toward me, until.