When we arrived at my friend’s house, I traveled straight to the game room downstairs in the basement. When I got down in the game room, I noticed a...few of the playboy’s that he had out on the table and a video tape that was labeled, ”Rough Riders”. This wasn’t uncommon because we often had looked at playboy’s together and watched Cinemax. I picked one up and started to look at it. While I was downstairs, my friend was upstairs taking care of some last minute chores so just incase his mom came. His breathing became fast and labored as his thick cock swelled in my tight ass.His hips were a blur as he eagerly thrust his steel hard young cock into me with deep pounding bowel twisting strokes. I feverishly rubbed my clit and threw my head back and howled out in forbidden lust for my own son to fuck me like a wild b**st.Yes mother Brutus growled from deep within his throat as he relentlessly pounded my bowels with his fat hard cock. He was now pulling me back onto his long meaty cock and. Bad news for all, but especially for the unlucky patients on the wrong end of triage. It was an ever present reality of medical combat duty, the elephant in the room, but it was also a sign that things weren’t going all that well. It was bad enough to have to sort out and prioritize some patients over others on the basis of their chances, but far worse to have to do so in a hectic, frantic manner. Mistakes were sure to happen, even more than usual, of course.At least we didn’t get sent to. Villalobos joined him at the door and the two of them shook hands before Brian left the room. When Mr. Villalobos turned back to me, I saw the glint reignite in his eyes. He looked hungry behind his soft eyes. “Krystenah,” he said. “You took that punishment very well. You are a strong woman.” “Thank you, Mr. Villalobos,” I said. “I am sorry you had to see that.” “Not at all,” he said, as he walked toward me. “I have to admit I enjoyed it.” He smiled. I smiled back. He sat in a chair next to me.