“Doctor Okafor, this isn’t Francis, this is his friend Nurse Grace Kayuni. You know, the girl from Malawi who you did the paternity test on for Fr...ncis.”“Yes Grace, what can I do for you? Is Francis okay? Is there something wrong with him, is that why you’re calling on his phone?” his deep African voice asked, sounding slightly unnerved by this unexpected caller on Francis’ phone.“Well, now that you ask, Francis isn’t so good. Not good at all. He’s had his nose and his balls smashed in by a. @@@ is moaning heavy and taking in deep breaths. Her hands are running all through my hair and talking dirty. Her hips lift up, grinding her pussy into my face and she moans out; I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum.Pushing her hips up, she holds still as I keep teasing her clit making her cum. She pumps her hips as I take her thru her orgasm. I keep sucking her pussy when she tells me she need to feel my cock in her pussy. She pulls me up and we end up kissing as @@@ rolls our body and I end up on my. I can feel how wet you are so I pull your panties aside and slip two fingers in you deep and then quickly into my mouth. After a minute or so you stop and come back and kiss me hard with tongue just so can taste your own sweet pussy. At that point the rain intensifies. A complete downpour. you climb on and lower yourself onto me. As we are pelted by the rain u begin to fuck me hard and fast. The rain is making it so intense and you have your hands on my chest and are giving me a great ride. My. At one level I wanted to tell Francis exactly what I thought of him and his actions, and to make him to do something practical to make recompense. But bubbling below the surface was the desire and maybe even need for one more last physical and emotional ‘goodbye’ for the man I was grieving for. The man who I thought I knew. The volunteer at the shelter, the kind and caring oncologist. The man who had died at the hospital that Sunday morning as Grace had read out the charge sheet and led the.