I reached out and held his thong with one hand and reached inside with the other. My fingers grazed his cock as I stuffed the bill into his thong. His...cock was huge. It hung six inches and it was flaccid."God damn," I whispered softly as he smiled. Then he did something that shocked the hell out of me and made the crowd go crazy.The dancer took my head in his hands and pulled my face toward his silk covered cock as the women in the room screamed and hollered. I could feel the warm flesh through. She was later to find out that he had been in Changi prison camp for some time before being transferred to the notorious Burma Railway. It was there that he, like so many of his fellow prisoners, died. But who was this in the photos? At the bottom of the tin was a notebook. I opened it and saw that it had been used as a diary. Maybe this can shed some light on the mystery. This much was family history and was confirmed by the early entries in the diary. Where the diary entries differed from. When my cry turned to a whimper, the intruder covered my mouth with his and used his free hand to alternate kneading and pulling on my tit flesh. Our tongues swirled against each other with gusto. Removing the stinging spray from my crotch he let me relax somewhat until I was pulled tight against his sinewy body. “I noticed that when I first squeezed your tits, you really enjoyed it. I bet your husband keeps you happy by playing with them?” I was asked as his other hand cupped and pulled on. ‘What’s going on?’ she asked the nurse. ‘Calm down,’ the nurse replied Kim started getting excited jumping up out of the bed. The nurse rang for the doctor. ‘Dr. Jackson to room 201 stat.’ the nurse spoke over the intercom. Dr. Jackson immediately enters her room. ‘What’s wrong nurse Smith?’ The Dr. asked. ‘Yes Dr. I think your patients need a sedative.’ The Dr. walked over to Kim bedside and gave her a shot in her IV to calm down. ‘Why am I here?’ Kim asked the Dr. with a weaken voice. .