The aroma of fresh flowers smelt good. I attempted to ask the couple what had happened, but found my mouth to be too dry to speak. The blond haired ...oman was now standing beside the bed and was holding my hand. I saw tears in the woman's eyes and coursing down her cheeks. The man was pressing a button to summon a nurse. I wanted to ask what had happened, but was unable to speak. Within moments, the room was swarming with several nurses and two doctors. One of the nurses ushered the couple. She was moving slightly faster now, rubbing her own clit while I teased her nipples. I kissed her shoulder, then her neck and she turned her head so we could share a French kiss. I could feel her getting closer and she pulled my hand down to her pussy, splayed my fingers so they were on either side of my shaft with the heel of my hand on her clit. She pushed hard on my hand, then took my other hand and put it over the first. I got the point and applied pressure. She rubbed her own breasts and. .About twenty minutes later Helga was back with a bag of shopping, which she was busy putting away in the kitchen. She had completed the second part of her task, and she was looking forward to the night ahead. She had quickly caught up with Anne-Marie as she crossed the waste land adjoining the house. She had just called out to Anne-Marie "Just a minute mien liebchen, and as Anne-Marie turned towards her she had fired two shots into her. She looked closely at the corpse, to make sure she was. I gripped his cock in my hand, measuring its length, and then dropped to my knees for my second favourite thing. I pushed my mouth on deeply until I felt my ‘watery eyes’ signal, pulled back, breathed, relaxed and went again. He groaned loudly and swore when his cock pressed against the back of my throat. I did it again and again until I felt his hands holding the back of my head. I knew this sign, and eased up. I wanted what I was here for. I wanted to feel what it was like.