At this point the food arrives. We eat and drink & laugh and periodically a hand will go under the table and a finger will slip between my legs and fi...ger my clit.The empty plates are taken away and we continue with the wine.I now feel bold enough to put my hand under the table and proceed to rub the strangers cock through his trousers he is already erect and it feels as if he is ready to bust through his zip. I slowly undo his zip all the time talking as in normal conversation and drinking. He looks tired. ‘I need to talk to you.’ I stare into his eyes, trying to keep myself composed. He stares back at me, having never seen me angry, and he struggles between his own thoughts and the look on my face. He exhales in a way that sounds like he’s been holding his breath for days. ‘What can I do for you?’ I take a step back, almost flinching at the acidity of the question. I see his jaw clench and feel my heart start racing. I look down at the ground, processing his words. ‘Nothing,’ I. As he fucked me his cum that he shot in my pussy was gushing out down onto his dick and dripping to my bush. He crossed his right leg in between my legs and I slowly folded my right leg from the air onto his butt as his hand released its hold. His right hand was now free and he placed on my right breast, squeezing it gently in its palm’s caress.He kept a constant pace on his hard pumps while squeezing my breast. He moved his warm lips on my right shoulder and laid kisses around the area. He was. .. Edgar is gone ... I can’t stop crying. There was so much blood.Her last words to me, “What will Edgar do?”That is the only question I can answer ... Edgar went to Texas.When they arrived, having come overland, the Rescue people had to pull me away from her cold dead body, her still born son, cord still a link between them, laying on her chest. There was so much blood!The snows let up just long enough to get her and her son flown to San Diego ... they wouldn’t let me on the aircraft. I’m.