I want her again so bad as she talks to me, her French accent sending shivers through my body straight to my still hard cock.I stop walking and she lo...ks at me. I twist my body towards her, releasing her hand, reach around her waist and pull her hard against me. My mouth covers hers in a passion filled kiss. She moans and melts against me, one foot lifting off the cobbled street. In a hoarse whisper, inches from her ear, I tell her I need her again, I need her now. She leans up and presses. It was a different time and place from Washington State where I grew up. Korea was still like it was stuck in the 1950’s with a blend of 60’s night life kicked in. I worked with bombs in the munitions squadron. Work was so different from today, you could have two beers with lunch, and BBQ’s with beer served on Friday afternoons right outside munitions storage buildings in the bomb dump.With the two beer limit at lunch there were the go-go dancers in the NCO club to enjoy between bites. Outside. I embraced her back, wrapping my arms around her chest, feeling the definition of her back’s muscles. I buried my face in her black breasts, shutting out the horror that was always just a half-step behind me.After several minutes she slipped her leg under me and kind of scooped me up to lie between her thighs, my erect cock effortlessly slipping into her wet cunt. We both sighed. I felt tears dripping from my cheeks and nose, saw them splash onto her black skin beneath me. My body, without. "I twisted to strike out. Too far away! I couldn't reach him. Pain lanced through my body again. I screamed. Josh hit the call button. Josh. I'd tried to kill Josh."Josh. I almost ... I could have..." A nurse interrupted. Josh explained."He woke up startled and twisted. He might have torn something. It sounded like he was in pain," Josh said."Let's just take a look at your wounds and make sure everything is still okay. I don't think you'll do any damage to them at this stage. The stitches are.