Guess who saved my life? The one person in my platoon whom I treated like shit. Antoine Hussein, a Lebanese-American Christian guy whom I didn’t tru...t because of his Arab origins. I’m ashamed to say that back in those days, I distrusted anything Arab, and anything Muslim. It wouldn’t matter to me if the Arab person standing before me was Christian, Muslim or even atheist, I didn’t trust simply because they were Arab. Yeah, I was a racist in those days. Well, what Hussein had done changed how I. I returned home and got on with life as best I could. It looked as if Imight be able to return to some sort of normal life.It was not to be! Claire kept on checking my Factor 29 levels and theydidn't change. They sat there, steady as a rock! We soon discovered thatas long as it was present, certain things seemed to be pre-ordained.I was destined to have a bust.My tits started growing again and, at the same speed as last time, Iended up with two F cup beauties as before. There was to be no. Giving her a tug at her arm she understood, and happily moved to lick her juices off me, then she took the same position as Clara as I moved to her.Clara’s ass was even more PAWG-like than Aslynn’s, and the feel of that rubbing on my stomach was great as I began to thrust away. Clara was very vocal, and in addition to her moans she was telling to fuck her, and telling me how much she liked my dick. Clara had those dark doe eyes, and as she looked back at me, they had a glazed look as she. We would be 16 when any baby we conceived now would be born. Let's at least finish school before we become parents." Ok. I guess," she pouted."In the mean time, we can treat Sarah with the love that we would have used on our little one." I guess that will work."We were getting dressed when I threw a shirt on. It didn't fit well because I couldn't get my arm through the one hole with her attached to my arm."I guess I didn't think about getting dressed and undressed." We did cut our shirts off.