"He said, "Please, everyone call me Mack."Jack said, "Okay, Mack. How much longer before I get out?" It shouldn't be much longer. You can get up and g...t dressed."Jack looked at me and said, "Where are my clothes, dear?"I suddenly worried. "We moved your pants and all here from ICU. I don't know where your shirt might be."Mack said, "I know. We cut it off. The police took it. I have a shirt in my locker. I'll get it." He left with Gretchen.I grinned. "I don't think she plans to let him loose.. ..... ..I told you it bothers you? She took a little time to answer and at the end, you see that by the fever or whatever it was he said no, then I looked at the guy I gave him a sign of approval so he could continue, he did not think much and began to caress him the inner part of my thighs and she began to breathe a little more excited and I took my cock harder, apparently the black caresses were having an effect, because she opened her thighs all that gave the seats, the black emboldened He. I said, “Mom to kya aap bhi mujhse chudwana chahti ho?”. She said, “Haan tumhare dad mujhe chod nahin pate main bhi unsatisfied hun”She continued stroking my cock and pressing my balls. She said, “Tera lund to dekhte hi main pagal ho gayi thi,teri biwi bahut khush nasib hogi”. Main bola,”Mom terse jyada nahin kyunki ab main tujhe bahut maze dunga”I kissed her lips,our tongues met and my mom continued stroking my cock. We went out. I sat down on bed and made her sit on my lap. I was sucking her. She was a typical mallu beauty 5 ft 1 inch , fair glowing skin with long hair. The smile on her face failed to conceal the tension inside. I could feel that she was equally tensed as i was. She opened the door and welcomed me in and closed the door soon. She was in an expensive embroidered churidhar, as if dressed to kill , i wondered how women took dressing so seriously and men were interested more in what was inside them, she sat diagonal to me in the guest room. Both of us were blushing like.