”I ask, “I smell that bad?”Colonel Maggie laughed and said, “No, you smell worse.”Colonel Maggie left, the Corporal came in with Jack and Ja...k immediately complained, “Damn! It smells like a French whorehouse in here.”The Corporal announced the obvious, “Banzai got lucky - many times over.”I asked, “Corporal, find me some new sheets while I go take a shower.”I began to leave and Jack teased, “So did you get your fill of sex?”I teased right back, “Hell yes, I had more sex than you and Masha ever. As I stated before it is not necessary. Especially for one who has been as close a Tomodachi to Kimon Dempsy as you have been. I know that has been more than a trial."Norman tried to shrug then immediately regretted it, wincing as a slicing, hot, wave of pain washed over him.The female seeing it immediately applied another layer of foul smelling bandages. "You must try not to move again. These will only help if you remain still. You should put all your energy toward healing. It might get you. At first I found it completely incomprehensible that John Rivers could manage to achieve such a feat, but he did.An odd fall-out for me, of learning about John Rivers' curious behaviour around security camera's, had been my own later fascination with the bloody things. By the date of the night I'm talking about, it had almost become an addiction for me ... or maybe more like an obsession really. Wherever I went, I'd find myself locating all of the security cameras and working-out which areas. Her body shaking, her legs stiffening, spreading wider and sliding off Joe's shoulders. Joe grunts, "Watch out...mmmm...Molly!" Expertly, her rolls Anita and himself over, making his wife groan as they land, driving his cock even deeper in her steamy cunt. His hands grip his wife's ass cheeks and he moves her up and down on his stiff rod until her orgasm recedes.Regaining control of her herself, Anita is the virtual embodiment of a carnal whore. Her body arches and stretches, her lips curling.