" Shit!", I thought to myself, "This is literally my worst nightmare."I went home and told my wife what had happened at the hospital. She was worried ...oo. Nabila said she would make DaQuan some Moroccan cookies and we could take them to him in the hospital to try to win him over. "Maybe he will show some compassion once he sees you have a family." Nabila said.The next day Nabila and I loaded into our car and made our way to the hospital to see DaQuan. As we entered his room I said, "DaQuan,. Ja okay.”Kate and I didn’t even comprehend the English they spoke. Gerhardt closed up the shop and we went out to Erika’s VW minibus. The thing was ancient and painted up like you wouldn’t believe.“We can call our driver,” I said, looking at the rickety vehicle.“No, no,” Erika said cheerfully. “Just pile in. You’ll love this place. You got to experience grits this morning. Tonight, you get hushpuppies and catfish. We’ll make Georgians of y’all in no time.”I squeezed Kate’s hand as we struggled. Kerr’s associates all agreed that he went a bit weird after his daughter died. The rumours of what he was doing to his staff got stranger and stranger as the next ten years passed.In business, he became totally ruthless, and his aggressiveness even lost him several lucrative deals that hit his bottom line hard. The fact that several of his main competitors also had strange accidents had the more legitimate businesspeople backing away from him.After ten years, he decided he needed a new source. Blasting several ropes of hot, creamy jizzm all over the inside of my cunt. He pulled out to the tip, then shoved it back in, holding it there again, as more spunk splashed into my pussy. He kept slamming his penis in and out of me until his balls were completely empty, then plopped himself on top of me to catch his breath….his rigid staff still crammed deep inside my vagina.After our breathing returned to normal, Adam slowly pulled his softening prick out of my dripping twat, and stood up so.