“Then I have one condition before I accept. I want to go back to Edinburgh, visit... someone a last time.”They had talked a lot these hours.Her na...e was Alex MacDonald, former British soldier, now homeless and stranded in Germany. Partly because of PTSD, partly personal reasons. Her husband – the bastard who left me – a soldier, too, military police. And he was the guy she wanted to see – one last time, return her wedding band.Jack had no rejections. He himself was drifting. After a successful. Releasing my grip on one hip, I raised my hand and brought it down onto her ass cheek with a loud slap."Owwwww ... owwww" she moaned as I repeated the slaps until her protestations changed to "Ahhhh ... ahhhhhh ... I'm cummmmmmmiiiiinnnngggg!!!". Her pussy seized my cock in a tight grip, far tighter than any previous time as her pussy exploded in a massive cum. The force of her cum explosion pushed me over the edge with my cock pumping its hot cum deep inside her pussy."Oh my god ... I can feel. Dosto mai gay nahi hoon lakin ek baar aisa haadsaa hua ki aaj Bhi uska maza leta hoon dosto baat 2010 April ki hay main morning daily bich par 5.30 ko walking jaata hoon mera daily ka jaanaa hota hay chennai mai marina bich to gandhi bich tak daily walk kartaa hoon.Ab Bhi kartaa hoon ek din mai walking puri karnay kay baad wallking ki jagha say thodi dur side mai bethnay Kay liye chair banai hui tee Jaha daily walk puri kar kay mai wahi jaakar bethtaa taa uss din bhi mai jaakar waha par Beth. But I didoverhear bits and pieces of a conversation Betty had with the doctor andshe was asking him about some kind of diet she had in mind...and all Iheard was him saying that it was a little unorthodox but that thenutrition would be excellent for me. The doctors felt that it would besometime before I would get total control of the muscles in my throat. Icouldn't even swallow pills, so I was to start getting injections of theEstinyl, which Betty was shown how to administer. I could sit up.