His mouth had gone as dry as the Sahara Desert. He reached for his wine. When Dominique did not object, he sipped enough to lubricate his throat. "Aft...er I left here, you were all I thought about. Every little detail of that evening ran through my mind over and over. Nothing could stop it because I didn't want it to stop. It left me incapable of anything else. When I didn't hear from you, I panicked and convinced myself I did something wrong. I was afraid I would never see you again."It got so. I could feel each squirt of her semen as it left her thick penis head and went down my throat. Tears were flowing freely from my eyes and mucus from my nose and thick saliva from around her thick penile shaft and my lips. Just as I was losing conscious, Gwen pulled back and said '...suck that dick head baby, suck that dick head...' Helpless and barely conscious, I just held her penile head in my mouth and tried to gasp in gulps of air. Gwen pulled her still semi erect penis from my lips and. We did that by assuming that they were heading towards a pass which should be up there between two peaks. When we quickly talked about it, it felt like an excellent idea. Only that it’s not such a brilliant idea to attack some armed-to-teeth Trolls, when you are so exhausted that you can barely stand. Luckily you can use a crossbow when you are resting against some support. Just as with the beast, I had both crossbows ready while we waited for them to appear. I was almost afraid because I was. She hadn't flown since she was sent to Walter Reed over three years ago, just after being injured in the war. She closed her eyes; the memories of the cries she heard from the wounded on the same plane from that fateful trip haunted her. She wasn't screaming because she was sedated and drifting in and out of consciousness. She could feel the deep pain in her leg from where the IED had caught her. Little did she know that within a few hours of landing, she'd lose her left leg, just below her.