He loved this Canadian stuff and it was going to taste even better coming out of this bitch’s cunt. She felt it go in, it had obviously been on ice....There was no straw so he just put his face into her cunt and sucked out as much as he could before he started pumping his cock again. Cindi didn’t mind this although it was cold as she was getting internally hot. He didn’t get it all she could still feel the cold liquid in her cavern. Cindi could hear the men egging John on, as they called him, he. The woman overheard the couple’s plans for a quickie after the woman left and the old woman asked the wife “Are you trying to get pregnant dear?” The wife explained that they had tried to have a child for so long but had had no luck; and since they were so poor they couldn’t go to a magician or a doctor to get help. They were so poor in fact that they had nothing else to do for entertainment but each other. But they longed for a baby and even if it were no bigger than a thumb they would love it. Captain Ventura shouted, ‘Dawn, line ’em up for triage—worst to first.’ ‘Sir, yes, sir!’ I replied, although such military formality was more sarcasm than protocol. I was halfway through a nine-month tour in country. Captain Gregory Ventura, MD, was a draftee, who thought his four years of pre-med and six years of medical school would have kept him out of the Army. Unfortunately, there was a war going on and the Army needed doctors. ‘Greetings’ came from Uncle Sam. I pointed to the three. She wondered how long her boss would be, as she felt his fingers moving down, stroking her stomach as he kissed her nipples, sucking them into his mouth, pulling at her gorgeous skin, his man hands revelling in her. She felt them moving down further as her body writhed with excitement once again, every part of her screaming to be touched next, to be explored and enjoyed. She felt a gush of wetness between her legs as the anticipation overcame her. Would he touch her there next? Please touch me.