I just wish it wasover. I rather they knock me out so I just wake up and it will be done."I lay back feeling the nurse cleaning my forearm, and than I...see thesyringe going into my arm. "Well in a month or less when you have theother surgery that you asked for I will make sure they put you to sleepso when you wake up you will be a new person, how does that soundPrincess?" Yes thank you mommy that would be great. I guess if they knock me outnow I won't be able to leave today, because if you get. Then he came."Came" doesn't really cover it.Jeff had been edging for a week he'd told us, over beer in the pub before hand. Preparing himself, he'd said. Making sure he made the most of the moment. Making sure she got a good load.She did that.I swear his cock actually jumped in his hand, like a weapon, as it spurted, the first shot falling onto her belly, then the rest reaching further, spraying his heavy load of hot, white, salty cum over her tits. Considering he was shaking, his aim was. Things were quiet for a few seconds when I spoke up and asked “do you mind if I take some pics and vids?” Jeff said he wasn’t big on it, that he was concerned about his privacy and his face being photographed. I assured him that I wouldn’t take any face pics and that he was welcome to review whatever I had taken before we left. He agreed and proceeded over to my wife who was now sitting on the bed still wrapped in a towel. She was eye level with his crotch and reached up and rubbed the. " How are you, Jack? Old Jack."Jack sat down. In front of him, the edge of the wooden table was chipped. No checkered tablecloth here. He looked at the other three, Charlie and his two friends, all of them with red faces above their white collars.Charlie said: "Jack and me were in the trenches together."Jack drank with them. Irish whiskey. The others were already drunk, red-faced, eyes rolling, laughing. Charlie talked about the booze, this booze, other booze, rum-running. "I know a fellow in.