As she stood close to the wall facing it, I slided her saree from behind and without any mercy squeezed and crushed her boobs from behind. She raised ...er hands and held my head. I then opened her blouse hooks from behind and removed it with rough force. She then turned and opened my shirt buttons impatiently and I opened my cuffs buttons in the mean time and removed my shirt. She then without waiting a second loosened my belt, removed my pant button, lowered my pant and I removed it by taking. After feasting on his ass, he asked me if I wanted to fuck him. I was way into it by now, loving the way his ass felt on my face. He rubbed some lotion on his ass, and I got some on my dick. As I started to ease my dick in, I asked him if he was ok and he kinda snapped at me about a lot of big cock being in there before me and he was sure it was no problem. I took that as an invitation to press on so I pushed in all the way, and sure enough, as soon as I got past the ring of outer muscles, I. She asked if I was hard from thinking about her mom or from being with her, and I admitted that it was a little of both, but that I was mainly getting aroused by being close to her. We kissed again, and this time she placed my hand on her breasts, which felt soft through the cotton t-shirt, and I could feel her nipples and for the first time noticed that she had removed her bra. She then told me that of course she was not lactating, but that she would like it if I would suck her tits. Who. But I had no idea what she felt. Why did she spend so much time with me? Perhaps I knew. She'd talked a little about the loneliness she felt after her husband was killed. I was distracted by the noise of approaching feet - I recognised the tread of the staff nurse on nights. What on earth is she doing - moving so quickly, and in my direction? She glanced briefly through the screen, and then withdrew, and I saw her move round to draw the other curtains so I was shut in. What the hell? And then.