I rolled my head from side to side slowly and tried to claw my way back to consciousness, like a diver swimming back toward the surface of a deep pond... I blinked and my eyes started to focus, the white light resolving into a large overhead lamp. The music sharpened to a steady tone of a heart monitor and I realized that I was in the hospital. I tried to sit up, but hands pushed me back down and I turned my head, looking for their owners.I cast my head around, my head still swimming, making it. Despite it being late July, middle of the day, in Texas (i.e. slightly over 100 degrees), both were wearing trench coats.I had included them as part of their outfits, given they were supposedly coming from an evening out (and needed to hide their costumes ... seriously, a lot of comic book characters hide their costumes with trench coats, as if that ever actually worked), but why in the world were they wearing them in this heat? It's not like they're in the middle of a crowd.Regardless, the two. I told your new husband is in hungry. She opened her face and looked into my eyes. I looked on nipples. She sat conveniently on my lap so that I can squeeze her boobs conveniently. My mouth lips immediately grabbed her erected nipple and started sucking and kept one hand on back of her body at boob area. She was pushing my head hardly on to my head. My right hand started pressing other boob slowly. After few minutes milk started flowing in my mouth which tastes good. In two or three minutes. Bobby shoved his cock in all the way and Sherrie gasped.“Mmmm, cock, cock, cock,” she moaned, “So good, just what I need.”Bobby picked up speed, his thrusts coming harder and faster. I could tell he was about to cum.“Give it to me big boy, give me your man-juice in my cunt,” she told him, “You know I love it, want it, need it.”Bobby erupted and Sherrie let out a long moan.“You fuck me so good,” she told him, “not like my sissy-boy here.”A few seconds later Bobby pulled out and turned over next.