I had seen the Saeqeh when I did a tour in the middle east. You would be surprised how much tech originally invented for the aerospace industry ends u...p in warships. The Iranians thought I wouldn’t understand all the schematics they left lying around. Little did they know. Aeronautics was a hobby of mine. Between the marine engineering and the aeronautics there wasn’t much I didn’t understand. Thankfully this was before the military drugged me up and took away my mind.I would tell you how I. The fracture is reduced," Steven said and stood up.I was physically and emotionally drained from this horrible ordeal. The pain had subsided considerably so I just lied, eyes closed.Steven drew closer and placed his hand on my brow."Are you OK?"I nodded."I will be back in an hour. Take a rest and don't move your leg, Tiffany," Steven said and left.Why didn't he immobilize my leg with the splint? I wanted know what he is up to, but I refrained myself from asking him. Deadly tired, I dozed off.. Teasing me slowly, enjoying my every reaction, she ran her fingers up and down the length of my shaft through my trousers, her fingertips moulding its shape and caressing it until I shuddered against her, my hands digging into her shoulders. Smiling, she took my hand and led me down up to the bedroom, a thrill of excitement coursing through my body as I let her take control. Turning to face me, she quickly stripped off my clothing, her hands impatient to feel my naked body. Running her. I was rock hard. I slipped my hand on to the back of Betty’s thigh and squeezed. “I love your legs,” I remarked, squeezing the back of her upper leg. “Thanks,” Betty responded. She continued to nervously shuffle the can goods around in the pantry. “You know. . . you have a very cute ass,” I said. “Thanks,” Betty responded, before commiserating, “Too bad Bob doesn’t recognize it.” “Fuck Bob,” I replied. Betty turned around, pulled up her skirt, and then with one quick move, her hand lifted her.