I hugged her and there it is one long passionate smooch. I did not want to let go of the squishy feeling of her breasts on my chest.“Please don’t ...crack my ribs” she cried. I laughed hysterically as if it was the joke of the millennium. She was wearing a light green saree with golden patterns on it; her hair seemed to be neatly combed into a pony tail; a touch of make up with some lipstick; she had a small snake patterned in-between her brows and two cute earrings. To sum it up she looked hotter. "Come darling Paul wants to be on the bottom, love me darling." Yes Darling, she spoke almost mechanically and mounted him." You put in it darling," she fitted his short stubby but very hard member in to her still well lubricated vagina. He didn't move leaving her to do the stroking while hugging her upper body tight sucking on her lips. Fortunately, he came quickly in about twenty-five strokes, moaning I love you into her mouth. Did you come too darling?" He asked, kissing her again before she. For me even though the ladies were quiet they had a warm and happy anticipation of going home. This time, it is the grim regret that we could not save everyone.I try to make some conversation to help them along. I don't think they had lost a comrade to a fight before, this must be new to them.I even try to get Holidays spirits up by asking him if he wants to drive, he only grumbles and sulks. Seattle on the other hand, says he would like to try his hand if it were day light out side.Gun is. I joyfully agred. We took a taxi and she asked the driver to go to a nearby hospital.When we reached the hospital momma entered the doctor’s cabin telling me to wait. I got scared,thought momma had got some serious disease which she want to keep secret to me.I went close to hear their conversation. What I could hear was-Dr: Mam, I ‘ve got your report.You ve no problem. You are totally capable of bearing child. Don’t mind but I think the problem is of your husband’s.Momma: thank you doc. I am.