Suddenly, her life was empty and she only had herself to blame.It took her a while to realize that the weeping wasn't coming from her.Curious and perh...ps sensing a kindred soul in misery, she wrapped anightgown around bulbous form and descended the stairs onto what wasonce the shop floor. Opening the back door a crack, she peeked into thealley, the full moon lighting the scene from above.A young waif was curled up in one corner, filthy from wallowing in mudand dirt, her hands wrapped around her. The backpack showed up and I liftedit over one shoulder. “Ready to go,” I said.I followed her out of the terminal, and to a taxi stand.Lucy had a very strange walk.It was almost as if her legs didn’t match.She saw me looking as she climbed into the front seat of the third cab in line.I had noticed a hint of metal when her jeans moved up as she entered.“Afghanistan?” I askedonce I was inside the cab.“North of Kandahar2011,” she answered.Since I didn’t know what to say I just nodded my head.My. Couldn't move a millimeter forward or back. The end of my cock was being squeezed in a hot vice and it felt hot and scary at the same time. "Mom, OW!" I complained as I smeared more of the lube around her well-stretched pucker, "I mean, Mrs. Peterson."My patient let out a long groan and I felt her shiver from head to toe. "How much more to go?" she asked, brushing her blonde hair from her face as she turned back to look at me, "I'm not sure how much more I can take, Henry. I'm amazed I've. "Well, Nichola will be home any minute now sissy so if you want to keepthis secret between you and me you better do as I say, do youunderstand" I nodded my head. "Those are very delicate panties and thereis really only one way to clean them, so they won't get damaged, takethem off and give them to me" So I took them down and handed them over,soaked in my cum. Avril held them between her finger and thumb lookingat them "you shot some load of cum Chantelle, do you always cum sohard?" "Yes" I.