When he was finished, not allowing Webb to speak his piece, he spun on his heel and walked/marched away. I half expected to see him snap his heels tog...ther and throw a Seig Heil. Webb turned to me and just shook his head.This new guy was a Colonel Van Huesen from the Danish contingent of UN troops now in DRC. The dude could have been a poster boy for the Wehrmacht back in the day. We walked over to the elevators and crowded in the back as more blue beret soldiers entered. We didn't speak the. Sometimes I trace my tongue along the route of these veins. It is only when one is a true cock worshiper that you notice these things and believe me it makes a difference to the recipient. By now I can hear their appreciative moans. About this time I notice the odour of cock. In this respect I am a middle of the road kind of girl. I certainly don’t like sucking a smelly cock that obviously hasn’t been washed for days. On the other hand I don’t like it too clinical like it’s been scrubbed in. My son was staring at the photos avidly, taking in every detail, and I sat beside him on the bed and took his hand. I tried to explain to him that what he saw was just raw sex, not like the pure, loving way we were together, and how ashamed I was that he'd seen me like that. I asked him if it shocked or upset him.He thought for a moment, still looking at the photographs, and then he shook his head. I was still naked, and he put his arm round me and kissed me, and I knew that everything was. Once coffee was served, they moved out onto her back porch. Brunch had been cordial, more like a meeting of casual friends than a meal between lovers. It cut all of them, though Joan had no idea how upset Sally and Eric were. Finally, once they were seated under a large umbrella, Eric realized that unless he said something, Joan would allow them to leave here, and she'd be gone from their lives. That, in his opinion, was unacceptable."Joan," he began, "have you ever wondered about what goes on.