When I finally did get it open, I stumbled out of the rig and collapsed to my knees.I thought I was going to black out, but I didn't. 'Isn't my chest ...r arm supposed to hurt?' I thought. Then I realized that I wasn't in any kind of pain at all. By then, my breathing was starting to get back to normal, and my heart wasn't racing quite as much anymore either."Are you okay?"I felt the dock worker's hand on my shoulder before I saw him."You look like shit. Want me to call an ambulance or. It's a shame you won't be home for Christmas day, I just finished delivering your gifts to Sharon. I'll explain to her that you didn't want to wake her up in the middle of the night. You know, Linda's in Dallas, I just may have your wife for Christmas brunch. No problems here, be careful out there and I'll probably see you day after tomorrow."Sharon had stripped naked and I was looking at the back of her head as she sucked my cock to a quivering stiff point, then she laid back exposing her. ” I grabbed her panties and wiped up her mess. I took to my book bag and put it in there. She said, “Why’d you put it in your bag?” “I want a souvenir for later and something I can smell for when I masturbate.” “I’m starting to get wet again thinking of you smelling me off of it.” “Well if that’s the case lets continue where we left off. Get down off that desk and let’s fuck.” She hopped right off and got on her back. I walked over to her and got on my knees. I placed my dick right at the. That made her mode of transport easy: A motorcycle — fast, sure footed on all terrain, quiet. Hmmm, usually such bikes were noisy. Difficult to detect was easy: Operate only at night — everything must be black. Next morning Anna left in her gray battered pick up for the big city 600 miles away and returned with the motorcycle — specially muffled — and other supplies including sophisticated weapons and explosives purchased in cash deals done in dark alleys or sleazy bars. She waited until it was.