Your mother is begging for it... She's begging me to fuck her pussy harder... Your friend man... Your friend... Your mother is fucking your friend... ...he's a real whore... That's right... Your mother is a nasty whore... You heard me bitch... You're a fucking whore..." God mom... You really are dirty bitch who keeps begging for more... My slutty mother keeps begging for more... The two of us man... The two of us... My fucking mother wants the two us to keep doing her harder... My mother really. Dan, Karen and Wendy entered and noticed she had changed into the same beige coloured blouse that was unbuttoned unfashionably low and a short hemmed light brown skirt that revealed slender looking legs. Her blouse tucked into the waistband of her skirt, caused the material to hug her breasts and protruding nipples supported by an obvious cupless bra.“Are we the only patients you have that ask you to dress like a classy looking slut?” Karen asked, gazing at her revealing cleavage.“Yes you are,”. She had been crying alot and her face was drentched. even though she had been crying, she was still stunning. Her red puffy eyes brought out the beauty in her cheeks. her ruffeled bed head was glorious and unlike anything id ever seen. her pointy breast stood outto me through her skin tight black tanktop. Im sorry, She said, I though the door was locked and everything. I leaned over and hugged her as our eyes made contact. She gripped her smooth hands around my hair just holding me. The poor. But ... but ... we’re officers in the United States Navy.”“That’s a New Zealand flag we’re flying. Give me one good reason we don’t hang you by the neck until dead.”Stymied.The enlisted crew, finished tying us up, sent a Chief Petty Officer to the gangway. He proved ... once again ... that enlisted can pee a round hole in snow, while officers write their whole names.“Permission to board,” He saluted the NZ flag and me.“Come aboard, Chief.” I said, “Got any idea what’s going on?”“Speak.