"Holy fuck baby, your cock feels bigger like this baby. I feel so fuuuuull." Faster slut," I ordered, wondering if my cock was bigger than her boyfrie...d's. "And tell me how much you love my cock in that slut box of yours." You fucking bastard," she moaned, as her breathing began to increase. "I don't know what has gotten into you but this dirty talk is sooooo fucking hot." Tell me you're my slut," I demanded."Oh God, yes, I'm your slut, your whore, your sex kitten," she rambled, her breathing. An emergency situation arose and John, along with most of the off duty people, went to help deal with it. He and two others were injured by the second set of bombs to go off. He died the next day and he was the only one to die as a result of that incident because the others were only injured. The bombs went off near the accommodation compound where the civilian medical staff were staying. They were set to destroy vehicles in a military convoy going down the road, but they only damaged the. "The chances are in his favour; you looked after him very well. If his heart holds out, and it seems strong enough, he should pull out of the lung problems, but you need to be rested."Angela nodded, thanked the nurse and left the hospital, walking out into the damp darkness. She was grateful that Gerard had been brought to their local hospital, though 'local' was five miles away from where he lived. It was sleeting lightly, and she wondered if it was snowing again up in the hills where Joseph. It just wasn't Jonathan."When you sat behind me on Red that morning and I felt your arms around my waist I felt something I had never felt before," she admitted. "Course, when I heard you and Marnie going at it a couple of nights before I felt almost the same thing but I didn't really know what it was. Sad thing is, I felt the same thing when you paddled my behind for me. Jacob, I was already in love with you before we even got back here. I know it makes me sound like a whore being able to love.