I noticed that there were some messages on my cell. There is one message each from Joyce's two sisters and her mother. They basically said the samethi...g. That Joyce needs me.I figured what the fuck. I made some dinner and then took a shower. At 6:00 p.m., I left for the hospital. I knocked on her door."Come in," I heard her say, so I walked into her room."David!" She exclaimed."Hi Joyce, how do you feel?" I asked."Oh David, I am so sorry for everything,"I put my fingers over her lips and hushed. Then I offered the letter to her. She didn’t take it from my hand. Instead she looked at my face. And then she gave out a big sigh, making her chest and boobs heave up and then rest on the desk heavily. I tried to focus on her face, but somehow her boobs figured prominently in my mind. She stood up from her chair and stepped aside from the desk. I thought she is about to accept the letter and leave. There was only two full hand distance between me and her. And then a totally surprising action. It was tight; it looked like you could bounce a quarter off it. It wasn’t Kardashian big, but she definitely had back.David picked her up and lay her on our bed as he quickly removed his clothes and climbed between her legs. He kissed her on the lips before moving to her breasts, sucking on each nipple as if he were a starving baby. My robe was open as he moved teasingly down her body, tickling her navel with his tongue before coming face-to-face with her soaking pussy. He ventured a quick. You are Cocknar the Barbarian.You are confident, coarse and versatile. Which isn't out of the ordinary for someone with an ugly past.You was born and grew up in a small family in a developing village, lived free of trouble until about 9 years old, but at that point things changed.Cocknar lost his family was they were split up after a terrible disaster and was arrested. While persued by strangers Cocknar had to survive in a criminal world. But with his fighting skills and persistance, Cocknar.