as I felt the serge into me and then the releasing. He was panting now and asked if it was alright for him to cum inside. I yelled okay, no way did I want for him to stop now! All I wanted was to feel the release of his fuck into me, it was so good and so enthralling and I felt I was climaxing too, but in a different way than usual. His fuck was rougher than Pete’s by half and I felt I was so enjoying it. He must have carried on fucking for a good five or ten minutes it seemed and by the time he was finished I was completely numb, but very, very satisfied as at last I turned to see him release his cock with a huge sigh.

In the morning I awoke to feel him balling and sucking me with so much relish I had to twist and find his cock also. There it was as if waiting for my mouth and tongue to enjoy, and those balls” so good and firm. For a good half hour we simply let ourselves go by the end of which we must have both tasted and smelled of each other’s juices. Time for a shower and even then he had me again, over the toilet pan, deep up inside me once more, feeling that certain surge once more expel his passion deep up inside. It was so very good!

Then after a big breakfast, we were flying again, talking about Pete, hoping I would find him soon.

“It was okay last night?” he asked

“It was wonderful, it made all the difference to what would else be a very harassing time for me, I absolutely loved it, you are a great lover.”

“Well I hope you find Pete, he is some lucky guy.”

“I think, but I was lucky to meet you too, I am the lucky one, Josef.

We eventually arrived in Baghdad and he said he would spend some time in a hotel and to mobile when I was ready for him to fly me back home, and maybe with Pete too.

“I hope so, I feel I have just got to find Pete.”

But it was so very harassing; the city was like a time bomb waiting to explode. I visited Pete’s headquarters from where the press were operating but still they had heard no news.

I would go in and follow Pete’s footsteps, even though I was advised not to. I felt I must find him.
En route along dusty and dirty tracks I saw some terrible sights and saw lots of girls and older women standing around, looking so scared - I soon discovered why when I say a group of about four guys, they were Iraq policemen too, raping a young girl who must have been only sixteen or so, I was almost inclined to intervene but knew I would not stand a chance, and anyway it would deter my search for Pete and, even though the scene I witnessed was a horrible one, those guys taking here every way, I knew I had to make progress.

Soon I befriended a young guy, about eighteen or so and after were got talking some he told me where I could probably find Pete that he had ‘been with him’ just a day passed.

“Been with him?” I asked slowly so he could understand me. “How do you mean?”

He just wanted me that’s all. And I wanted some