She was my surgery clinic nurse, she was brown-colored, curvaceous, hot as hell, divorced, BBW chick. She was in her late thirties, and she had a 7 ye...r old little daughter, and was living with her mother.She was the first nurse that I worked with here, she was like an angel, always treated me nicely and used to tell me many tales about her mother, brother, daughter and ex-husband, till I knew a lot about her personal world, as if I was a family member.One day -and I already knew that her. Jane was interested in only one part of him; her hand found his zipper and her fingers pulled it down to enable her hand to slip inside. Her best friend had been right; they were big where it mattered. Later in bed with Mark she took him in hand again and told him how she had held Jason’s cock and how good his hand felt inside her panties. “He has lovely long fingers,” she told him just before he sprayed her arm with his cum. As Jane finished undressing in anticipation she looked at herself. Suddenly i came across a guy at 2 feet far from me. He is looking at me and moving at me, touching my shoulders while checking the bus list and biting his lips when i saw him. He just moves around me. I got doubt on him that he is a gay thinking that i went to toilet and open my zip and bring out my cock and acting as i am urinating as i am not getting urine. He came and stand next to me saw my cock bending towards me without shy. He saw my cock and immediately he went off from there i thought. "He was correct with the timeline. I had gone to Wootton Basset on a Wednesday, when Gwen spent the night with her kids in Slough, and it had been the following Saturday night/Sunday morning when I failed to deliver the full goods. At the time I had put it down to a long day's night delivering drunken casino punters all over Berkshire."Yes, I was there, but it was the bodies of six RAF blokes being repatriated. Their Hercules transport aircraft had caught fire and blown up over Iraq. I felt.