When I got to sister Clara's room I heard some funny noises inside, and I also heard sister Karen laughing, and then telling someone to stop it. At th... time, I didn't think anything about it, but, now, I wondered if they had been doing something like I'd been imagining Bea and the girl at the pool doing.One thought like that just naturally led to another, so, before I thought too much about what I was doing, I was grunting and splashing more of my semen into the sink. I needed to wash my hands. I stuck the butt of my cigarette back in my mouth and kept face fucking him and massaging my balls.Then I slapped that little fucker real hard.He pulled back and asked me, “What for?” He sounded like he was going to cry.“It’s your first dick,” I told him. “Not your last, but you’ll remember this one.”The k**s started shaking and I looked down as he blew his load into the old fucker’s mouth. Man, it was dripping out that cunt licker’s mouth but he took every drop. When I blew, the k** tried. I ate a pile of ribs and a few wings. Sandra told them, "The man was in a coma from June almost to November. He lost so much weight that he looked like one of those refugees during World War II," when one of the women wanted to know why I wasn't as big as a blimp. "He's been packing it in since and working out to get his strength back. He's getting there but it will be another month or so before he begins to look like his previous self."How would she know what I looked like before my conflict. A steady stream of drool flowed out of her mouth, down her neck and soaked her tits. Her clit throbbed as her fingers probed ever deeper into her dripping pussy. She fell backward onto the gurney her cherry red hair spilling off and hanging in space. Her back instinctively arched as she came, her hips bucked wildly against her own hand and cum flew off her hands and thighs as it was pumped from her pussy. As quickly as it had started the woman stopped pleasuring herself and sat up.Both men.