I removed her clothes a little at a time as she removed mine. It was great, then it took a different turn when I said "sit down bitch." Her eye's got ...so big and she couldn't believe her ear's. She thought I was serious at first until she saw my smile. I tied her hand's behind her back and got in front of her. I made her suck on my throbbing hard cock. After a few minute's of doing that, I untied her hand's and made her lie down so that I could lick her wet pussy. It only got wetter and wetter. The quickest way from Mora to Amposta was by the river. 'Oz' hired a boat and John paddled, having some experience with fast-flowing rivers from his native New Zealand. Within an hour, they were at Amposta.By her second day at the Hospital Benin was able to move around, albeit with the aid of a stout stick. She suffered from a couple of broken ribs, caused by the compression wave of the explosion, shrapnel wounds to her legs and concussion. She was nauseous, sore and miserable. Very few of her. My only worry was that he knew karate or some shit. But while his hands were wiry, the skin was without calluses. His neck was also thin - he was not any type of fighter. Meanwhile I was an imitation of the Hulk, with a lot of muscle showing. His dick wilted and got real small, it pulling up into his body like a turtles head. He was not going to get a second go after blowing the first one. So the cocky wimp tried to fold, to cut his losses and walk away with an iota of ego intact. Except there. This time one of the men yelled as he grabbed his arm leaning low in the saddle, then falling a short time later.Pressing his horse the blonde man felt bad for pushing the animal. His horse feeling his urgency seemed to gain a second wind as the distance started to close. Pulling his rifle again, the blonde man fired another two shots finally bringing down the man. Screaming the man fell from the saddle blood spreading across the back of his shirt.The blonde man walked up to the man gasping for.