The only lights in the room were reflections from the blinking led display on the pulse monitor. There was still an intravenous in my right wrist and ... pulse monitor on my finger. My throat burned and felt the feeding tube was still in place. I was able to move some but my head was still spinning. Though very dizzy, I managed to sit up slightly. The blankets felt warm and heavy. I was relieved to be able to feel anything. Aside from a sore throat and headache, I felt no other pain. Was this it?. When my son put me back down he said, ‘spread your legs, mom.’Bryce kept one arm around my waist, and his other was between my spread wide legs, finger fucking me as fast as he could. Then he stopped, kicking my feet wide to spread my legs. He grabbed a fistful of my blonde hair and pulled my head back so I will be looking up at the ceiling, not able to see his roomies. “Ok guys, let’s make my slut mom come.” I have no idea who was the first one between my legs, all I felt was a tongue. "The Ghost climbed back up fetch first Joan and then Margie. When all three girls were on the ground, The Ghost climbed back up one more time to retrieve his grappling hook and rope. He didn't want the Goslins to know how he had rescued the girls. The girls were about to panic by the time he returned to them, but they calmed down when they saw him coming.By this time, he was too tired to carry the girls, so they had to walk. Fortunately, they were still tired and frightened, so they were not. 'Aren't we going upstairs?''I just want you all to myself for a few minutes.' She leaned forward, licked her lips, took hold of my waistband. 'Closer,' she said and pulled me another half-step forward. Looking up at me with a feral grin, she unbuckled my belt, unzipped my trousers, and pulled them down to my knees. My briefs followed. My cock was starting to swell, and, when she took him in her hand, it was with surprising delicacy. A few light strokes made him longer and fatter. 'Do you know.