I moved back down, and soon the head of my cock was pushing against her…into her…in and out of her. She was so tight, she definitely never had a ...ock as large as mine in her. I was trying my best to be gentle, slowly easing all of me into her. As I moved in and out, I looked down into her eyes. Her mouth was open slightly, letting out gasps of breath and small moans. I saw sweat beading on her forehead as I began picking up the pace. ‘Drew…’ she managed to call out and I lost it. The speed. It was late when I arrived, got a room at a cheap hotel and dumped all my gear. Next I texted Brian and told him I had made it safely and was going to the hospital to see Peterson Sr. Visiting hours were going to be long over by the time I got to the hospital but that’s how I wanted it. My beard and long hair would obscure my identity as there would be security cameras in the hospital and didn’t want to be recognized. I knew the hospital layout well since I had been there a number of times. There is something about a mother's love. I had always thought of my mother as a beautiful intelligent woman. She always looked at me as though she was going to burst with emotion. I had never known my father and was basically unconcerned about the matter. My mother had told me That he had died in a car accident before I was born. My mother was a MILF in the eyes of all of my friends, myself included. At 5' 3” tall and weighing 110 pounds with all the right curves, her long chestnut hair. I could also hear the delightful squelching of Jessie's precious little sex holes as those hard rods penetrated her again and again. I could have watched Jessie take it all day and wished I could have gotten some pictures or a video, but Jessie had strictly warned us that she was out as soon as the first picture was taken.I watched on in lustful delight, servicing myself for a couple more minutes while my beloved friend put on a hell of a show for me, her suspended body fucking those pricks..