By now, it was January, 1942 and more than four and a half years had elapsed from the time that Ullmann had last laid eyes on Eden Chang. Her many le...tters to him were forgotten for a time as he tried to balance the struggle of his grief against the constant demands made of him as a war vessel commander. He eventually read all of Eden’s letters, forcing himself through the first few, which documented her sadness at their parting. He almost threw them away at that point, not wanting to read. She almost gagged again but tried even harder to relax her throat. "Merlin's nuts Hermione," Percy groaned. "Whatever you're doing keep going."His encouragement was all she needed to press one more time. As she did she tried to use her throats to swallow and with a pop his prick slid into her throat. Surprised she pulled back quickly and Percy yelped.“Sorry!”“No, that was incredible. Can you do it again?”She nodded confidently.“Breathe through your nose.” He suggested and she nodded again while. She had narrow shoulders and a slight narrowing at the waist. She had a nice full bottom and her thighs were free from cellulite. At the very bottom of her buttocks, where they disappear between her thighs, she spied what looked like a tattoo. ‘Who gets a tattoo there ?’ she wondered not realizing she uttered it aloud. “Someone who’s in Mexico, three months pregnant, with a guy who wouldn’t hesitate to leave her behind, penniless and without transportation. I suppose someone like that. It was not the case this particular evening. Ben strode around the room like a gunfighter and smiling like he was top gun; in his mind he was. Doc didn’t notice Ben's demeanor. Deege not only noticed, she nervously anticipated a problem. She could feel something was about to happen and knew it wouldn’t be good. Freya had her usual margarita in hand as the Danny the golf pro made his rounds talking with the golfer socialite crowd. Before Danny got to their table Ben excused himself and headed.