As we lifted him carefully into the chopper, I recognized him. The man with the shrapnel was Alejandro Castro, nephew of Fidel and only son of Raul Ca...stro, Cuba’s current president. Once we had everyone aboard, we rushed back to the platform. The pilot called ahead to have the off-duty doctor and nurse prepare the small operating room, and to set out supplies to treat two patients with third degree burns on their arms.When we reached the platform, they rushed Alejandro into our tiny operating. Yet, the personality is what remains. The movement. Youmove the way Jeremy did. When I look into your eyes I can still see ahint, there, in the depths the hint that somewhere within still lingerthat which was my friend..."Hortence the maid looked startled as the professor looked as though hewas crying. She wanted to look away from his face. To not see the tearsthat swelled into his eyes as he said,"Jeremy."He closed his eyes, breaking the link to the servant. Hortence managedto look away, at. So when I am in the mood, I watch this. That’s all.Laxmi: Is that so? You still like to fuck but your wife is not agreeing? But watching this what do you do? How does it help? It will only make you want to fuck even more. But your wife won’t agree. So what’s the use?I didn’t know what to say. So I simply said –Me: Ayyo! Forget it. There are no answers to those questions.Laxmi: I lost my husband 5 years back and since then, nobody has fucked me also. I also feel desired sometimes. But soon, it. She really had no desire to get him off but she had to make him think she was really into it. She heard a muffled moan through the gag. She let go of his penis and caressed his thighs and looked at him. “Enjoying this?” He nodded and she went back to his centre she began to stroke his penis. So slowly at first but soon was going faster. She decided she was going to enjoy herself after all who knew when she would have sex next. She stopped playing with his erect penis and moved next to him.