I let enough real stuff out that it actually seemedto do me good.I got wheeled back to my room for lunch, which was still really mild,soft food and th...n I had my first session with Bonnie Davis my speechtherapist. She had me start by gargling with this special solution.She made me repeat until everything got loosened up enough that myvocal cords started making noise during the gargle. Then she had mehum for a bit, starting from a relaxed tone and then sliding up thescale. It was a little. He grabbed the back of my head as he kept fucking and told me he was about to cum. Go ahead daddy cum in your bitch’s pussy, bread me like a whore. He exploded a ton of gooey man seed in my now stretched out cunt. It was so much cum I could feel it filling me up to the point it was starting to run out right then. He pushed me off of him and as I laid there twitching he was rubbing my thigh telling me I was a good bitch, but he was not even close to being done with me, and he was a man of his. There's not a lot of explicit sex in this telling. It's mainly a reminiscence.James was sitting at his table, looking very mellow, and not all that much different from the last time I'd seen him, a tad over ten years earlier. He was tall, even sitting, and he was enjoying a cigarette, something I'd forgotten.I sat beside him, casually. He looked at me, inclining his head by way of greeting; it did not appear he recognized me."Hi, James," I said.His eyes narrowed and focused on me; then, a grin. They were ready and, as each took their turn ordering, Chrissie surreptitiously stole glances at Monica's chest where the dark areolae continued to stand out against the white blouse. Monica couldn't help but notice and soon her nipples started their inevitable rise to prominence, pressing against the white fabric even more. Given the way the day had gone so far, this surprised no one. Monica, acting as if she hadn't noticed, leaned back, put her hands behind her head and pushed her breasts.