Leave now, and I am just as bound to him as I ever was before. You spurn to be compensated or made larger by your boon to me. I shall be free. As I to...ched and licked your wound, taking his pain away from you and into myself, I wanted you to do the same for me. In this way only, can you reduce the sway he once had over my existence. Disconnect him from all the wounds he left behind him. Make him truly dead to me." You feel nothing for me then?" I do. Deep gratitude, an abiding respect that you. By then the 2nd/69th was a spent force, and as our exhausted men lay sprawled on the ground I could not distinguish between the sleeping and the dead.It was the Duke of Wellington, not a man known for exhibiting emotion, who said.“Nothing except a battle lost can be half so melancholy as a battle won.”It is true — the aftermath of a battle won is a sad and terrible sight even for the victors. The battle field is littered with dead and dying men and horses, shattered and overturned artillery. Then, I felt warm electrical shocks engulf my body as my pussy was being expertly tongued. My toes clenched up, and I felt the blood rush down my body. "Oh my fucking..." I screamed, but was quickly hushed by a large cock in my mouth! "Mmm," I managed to hum out. Then my left hand was cut loose. I searched for more. I grabbed what I felt was someones thighs and reached for their nice thick and veiny dick. I began jerking him off and soon I could hear moaning and grunting from everyone in the. Whilst still sitting on the opposite sofa his hand went inside his pants for a sly stroke (in case of a returning girlfriend) this went on for a couple of minutes and MrsC was extremely excited and very wet, and because of her blowjob skills and the situation we were in I was close to cumming, our friend grinning from ear to ear had slipped his cock out but we had not noticed at first, but when MrsC did she stopped and turned to me saying it was not fair, I replied by saying his girlfriend was.