“Hey!”He turned. His eyes focused instantly on me and he turned his head. Most of his hair was gone and liver spots were numerous. He was hooked i...to oxygen lines, two drips, and enough monitoring equipment to keep track of every vital and a dozen additional data points. He opened his mouth slowly.It came out with a bit of wheeze but stronger than I suspected. The accent was ... Texan? It reminded me of a cowboy. “Hey yourself.” He smiled but it was more charming than lecherous. Shannon had. I’ve stayed up nights and gotten drunk. I even made out with guys I had known very little about. It still came as a shock when I heard that some people consider me to be a slut. I just like sex and parties are just an excuse to get drunk and make out. My so called friends were probably the same people who started the rumors. I guess they don’t like me very much. Now I’m holed up in my dorm listening to the loud music all around me and wishing it would all just stop. No such luck since these. Now you may not think this is a problem, but let me explain further. Being married has really cramped my style. My husband was more in love with his job than he was with me, which left me unfulfilled and horny. At first I took care of my needs myself; I got to be real good with my plastic boyfriend and had several electric lovers to choose from. But batteries don't keep you warm at night and you can't really have an intelligent conversation with a vibrator. So I was still left bored and lonely. I looked up and it was Wes. He didn't try to put his cock in my mouth, but rather had it there if I wanted it. I reached over and guided him to my open mouth and started sucking him. It was on now. Dad was ramming his cock balls deep in me and I was sucking a strangers cock. A few minutes later I was ready to cum. I took Wes's cock out of my mouth as my pussy quivered from the orgasm. Once it was over dad pulled out."Fuck me, Wes." I couldn't believe I just said that. I was so hot I just wanted.