He spoke firmly to Jilly We will take you home now, maam. As the car drove off into his microphone he said the words Control – Bird has flown, Bird ...has flown, I repeat Bird has flown. Nothing else was said as they drove Jilly back to her apartment, and they watched her as she walked to the door, fumbled in her handbag for the keys and let herself in. Hastily she clattered up the stairs, not waiting for the lift, and went into her apartment. Kicking off her shoes and tossing her handbag onto the. ’ He went on, as if he had read her thoughts. ‘You died saving the life of that boy. You ran back into what you knew was probably death to do it.’ ‘I am no warrior.’ She said. ‘I have no love of battle. I hate war. I just joined up to pay for my college. I didn’t even believe in what we were doing.’ ‘You truly are a hero, or heroine if you prefer.’ Eric replied. ‘Being a hero is not about politics Virginia. It is not about soldiers, or wars. Heroism is the courage to put yourself on the line. It was around 12.30 in afternoon I boarded the train and managed a seat in sleeper class by paying the tt. Next to me was a lady around 28 years old with a boy who was around 5 who was busy watching out of the window. Let me describe the lady she was around 5.3 wearing a blue kurti with matching leggings her kurti was a bit tight and I boobs were popping out. She was fair and hand hairs which were till her shoulders. I immediately decided to try my luck. Sometime in the journey and I started. He forces his tongue in to my mouth, he tastes disgusting but I can do nothing as he forces it down in to my throat! I begin to choke as I feel it slide deeper in to my mouth, it feels as though it's almost in my stomach! He demands I take it back in my pussy so I agree only this time he stands with his legs either side of the table almost in a 69 position with his genitals resting on my face! I am horrified by the size and shape of his enormous cock which is now leaking pre-cum all over my.