“You wore me out.” She said putting on her panties and the shirt I had given her and laying down next to me. “When we were in country we named or guns. xx video She worked herself up and down with slow, purposeful motions, placing her hands on my chest for balance. They hadn’t expected anyone to survive, then out pops me. “Go ahead, he won’t bite. “You wore me out.” She said putting on her panties and the shirt I had given her and laying down next to me. Survivors guilt they called it, also with a happy helping of PTSD. She knew I was struggling. She worked herself slowly, yet with measured purpose, up and down on me.
