."She seems down, Sandra noticed. "How are you doing?" I'm all right." You must still be overwhelmed by the violin..." Yeah. It's good to see it agai..., but also sad to know my mom won't play it ever again."Sandra put an arm around her shoulder. "When you think of her, can you hear her playing it?" Like she is in the room," Emily agreed quietly. "But no one else can." I know," Sandra said, understanding.Emily looked up at her. "Can you play something on it?"Sandra took a step back, shaking her. We figured out our plan for the day. Basically, give Bubba a bath as best I could, while taking care not to disturb the injury to his collarbone. And let him sleep. If needed, I could put some ice on it. Oh, and convince him to take a pill if it looked like he needed one. Not much of a plan. The best part was staying with him all day.We went back to Bubba's room. There was a nurse who was just taking a blood pressure cuff off his arm as we walked in."Is he still alive?"She grinned back. "I. She looked up at me, her chest already heaving. "Did you cum when you watched it?"She knew that she shouldn't bother lying; I could always tell when she was - it made playing strip poker with her so much fun. She nodded."How many times?" I asked."Did I cum?" she asked."Well, I meant how many times did you watch it, but answer both now," I said."I don't know," she replied. "I didn't keep count.'I smiled. That she didn't know meant that it was far more than once."What do you think would happen if. He kissed me again and reached behind me and unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the floor. He stepped back to admire me and said"I'm going to enjoy fucking you, you look hot." I need a good fucking, its been several days since I had a black cock." So your into black cock then?" I only fuck black men they are superior lovers." Then get on your knees and undo my pants so you can see what awaits you."I immediately dropped to my knees and undid his belt and pants and let them fall to the floor. .