"The restraints are loosened, and Sam Jackson curls up on his cot, free for a time to seek out the darkness at the core of his being. For now all pain...and conflict are far away and he is safe. He doesn't hear the screams or smell the stink of vomit and disinfectant in the dingy ward. He doesn't feel the tubes that feed him, doesn't even know it when he is wheeled into the treatment room again.Once more the soothing voice of the computer reaches out to him, banishing a little more of the. He was staring at her pussy… the first pussy he’d ever seen in real life. He’d seen Miss Ostiago’s and Mrs. Fosters, but only in that little movie Mrs. Foster made for him. But this was entirely different. He could see everything. Bitty’s pussy had vivid pink lips, which were very fleshy, and very, very wet. Above that was a big puffy ball of blonde pubic hair. It reminded him of a tribble. He wondered if it would purr if he pet it. As she manipulated his cock, the tip of it began to emerge. I sat on the hard carpeted floor with my back against the couch. The TV stared at me from my right, angled around the corner. The sound blared, the picture moved, but I was no longer paying attention. Katrina was sitting behind me, her legs were around me. Knees locked against my shoulders. Her hands upon my neck. They were warm, her blood flowed through her hands. It gave it some electricity. The pounding of her pulse. I didn’t just feel it through her palms, I felt it in her neck. My arms. Hammerl. He was nude, and as they embraced his hand went up my Aunt's robe and onto her large breast. Aunt Jane reached down and began fondling Mr. Hammerl's cock. Then Aunt Jane sank to her knees and began sucking and licking his cock. I was stroking my cock like crazy now. I watched as Mr. Hammerl helped Aunt Jane up then led her to a sofa. Before she lay down he removed her robe. My cock hardened more as I saw my sexy fat Aunt in all her naked glory. She opened her hefty thighs and lifted.