He should have known better, but the damn idiot didn't bother with taking it out. The wound festered up good and the next thing Patrick knew his pa wa... ailing something fierce. Course, by that time, there wasn't anything could be done for him. And it took the tough old coot three days to die. After hours moaning and carrying on, he'd sleep some, then set to moaning all over again. He got so fevered he didn't even recognize his own son. Scared Patrick plenty too. All he could think of, sitting. Krishna took off my coat and then ripped my bra open to set my boobies free. He started to smack both my tits and pinching my erect nipples in between.Then he made me to sit on my knees but my ass was resting on Govindh’s face. Krishna also sat on his knees and started to lick my face, ear lobes and finally my lips, he wasn’t aware of French kiss so I took charge and started to suck his upper lips. Now Govindh had put a finger in my pussy and finger fucked me, while eating my ass. I was. From insertion to spunking. Bridie sighed. Why did they always cum so soon? She never realised it was because she was so beautiful, her pale skin and soft brown hair so attractive compared to Asian’s brown skin and wiry black hair. Her shaved pubes so sweet compared to the forest of wiry black pubes the Asian women insisted on keeping.He pulled out. Pulled on his Levis and left leaving her twenty quid. Three minutes later she was back on the street. Spunk oozed from her cunt. She was fed up. “I fell into your eyes the day that I met you…I fell into your eyes and I have never found my way out and I…I feel alive each time I see you smile or hear you laugh and I adore the way your hands feel on my body.” “Sweetheart…” “Those scars have been a part of you for a long time, and I know you hate them.” “You have no idea.” He sounded bitter and she didn’t blame him. “I hate the scars because I know you hate them but more than anything, I hate what they mean to you…I hate that you suffered.