. Unke raseele hoton ko choos kar toh maza aa gaya fir maine or mami ne ek doosre ke kapde utare …… Or fir mami mujhe apne bathroom mei le gayi �...… or boli aaj raat tujhe jannat dikhati hu …..Fir mami ne apna bathtub ka tap (nul) chalaya or 5 mins mei bathtub pura bhar gaya fir mai or mami bathtub mei gaye or fir mami mere upar baith gayi or mere nipples ko choosne lagi kya batau dosto bhot zyada maza aa raha tha or fir vo mere gale (neck) ko chat ne lagi …….Fir unhone mera khada lund apne muh. “I’m absolutely sure I’d wreck my car if I tried to drive home right now,” he sighed. “I accept your kind offer of a bed for the night.”He wasn’t exhausted. That became clear over the next two hours. He wasn’t averse to breast milk either. When it dripped on him, he simply solved the problem by sucking both nipples until it didn’t drip any more. He didn’t tell her how proud he was that she had half a dozen orgasms while he did that, or how lucky he felt to be here with her. She would find that. My keys were in my jacket left in a side room so that must've been how they did it. I demanded Master call them and he said he would but wanted me to calm down. We smoked a joint and jumped in his hot tub. He texted Jack and and invited him over. It was while we were waiting for Jack to get back to us that Master and I started talking about sex. He continued to ask about my fetishes. I told him I liked porn where a bunch of guys jerked off into a glass or a bowl and then the girl sucks it all. Janet had tried to see me before the operation, and again when I was recovering. I refused to see her. Both my kids were great. My son, TJ, took off from his job in Texas and flew in to spend time with me while I was recovering. My daughter, Jillian, was attending the local university and was able to be my champion while I was unconscious. Never go into a hospital without someone you trust looking out for you! Janet's parents even came by and spent time with me.I was bombarded with advice..