Mom's money is being practically all destined to pay off the debts my father's treatment left behind. I'm sure she wouldn't hesitate to pay again if t...ere was a chance dad might still be alive, but it's all so expensive...George Mason, my father, already imagined that he would not win the fight against cancer and left a package of things that he believed were special to each of us. I didn't get to see Mom's or Ash's package, but mine had the engagement ring he gave mom, a tuxedo, some photos. Eddie Chen and I were both Rifle Squad leaders. Maybe it won't be so bad, I thought, looking at Sergeant Chen, who seemed to be quite at ease as he sat down and grinned over at me.A moment later, the first thing he pulled out of his Bag was a picture of a beautiful Chinese girl."My wife, Pei Ling," he said, with a friendly grin."Eat your heart out."Laughing at his brashness, I pointed to my wife's picture, "My wife, Leslie." Eat your heart out!" I laughed, challenging him."WOW! Man," he said,. Eni was about 5’6” tall, light skinned Pakistani with full lips and big eyes and a mole on her face, she wore her Hijab and colourful Asian clothes. She didn’t hold back in her naughty secret, she loved pleasuring cock and would always swallow the cum, though she also gave titjobs and handjobs, she loved the sensation of the guy making a slimy, sticky mess all over her hands. There was, however, a twist to Eni’s ‘hobby’ – she only did it for white,. My wife reached out and held my hands firmly. Bruce gored his crown-head as he wedged side to side into her throttling cunt I would feel her pressure gripping both my hands stronger and stronger when Bruce shoveled his cock into her pat-pat. With a litter poking, his crown-head pierced inside her pussy and followed by its gland little and little. As his whole shaft immersed into her tight tunnel, I could feel the pain in my hands gradually disappeared. She held my hands and placed on her.