I began to hear the popping sound, as he would pull all the way out.The feeling was mind blowing. I had been holding onto the man's cock in front of m..., all the time the man was fucking my ass. I opened my mouth again and began to work the fat cock licking, kissing, and sucking. I kissed his groin, his sack and back to the head of his cock. Because of the position I was in I could not deep throat him. I wanted to but the angel was all wrong.I had to settle for stroking him hard and fast as I. Looking down and finding a cannula in my left hand confirmed my suspicions.“Hello?” I croaked.Silence. I tried calling out again but my voice cracked into a series of pathetic weak coughs.“Jimmy?” said a sleepy voice.I turned my head to the left. My mother was pulling herself up right from where she’d obviously been slumped in an uncomfortable looking visitor’s chair. Someone had given her a pillow and her hair was flattened up the side of her head.“Hi, mum,” I said weakly.“Oh, Jimmy!” she. June observed that her body indeed matched Joan's in every respect. The only difference was a duck-shaped birthmark on Joan's thigh. They washed each other's hair, gave each other beauty makeovers, and inspected each other's feminine parts for health problems. Some people would have found this wrong, but the sisters were so close, they found nothing embarrassing or sexual about it. Joan and June did it out of pure sisterly love. They fell asleep at 11 o'clock, wearing their cheerleading. “You know the story of railroads? They managed to connect most of the country together; East coast to West; overcoming any type of difficult terrain.” I nodded in confused acquiescence. “The engineers and construction workers; they found a real problem though. What about the mountains, the hills, the rivers and the gullies? Money was limited for these projects; so what were they going to do, add another 100 miles of track to move around?” I shrugged. Jesus, if this was an analogy, I hoped to.