I felt tears on my cheeks and then Carrie's finger drying them."She's fine, hon," Carrie said. "She is just fine. We both are just fine thanks to you....But she's only 17 and Dr. Douchebag here refuses to let her in to see you for even a moment. Hon, you're still in ICU." Well then get me the fuck out of ICU," I told the doctor. "Or get me an administrator in here this very minute."The doctor's face was red and I could see he was battling with his temper. I didn't really give a fuck."You can. They were all blacks with fat tummy and ugly faces, while my mom was fully white and beautiful, they went wild on my mom saying “you’re a whore, now I will fuck a whore with my dick” said ramunuj. That scared me off, but my mom was enjoying their anti-comments. They all were pure Marathi while my cute mom was a conservative woman. They tore her bra into two with their muscles, they made her kneel down and such their uncircumcised black long dicks at once in front of her son. I was watching it. "I could do worse." Oh?" I said, "Planning on mucking out the stalls?" Hardly." He said with a grin I was beginning to know well. "I could smell like you." Me? I already smell of all of that." I protested."Hm."He was kissing my neck now, once again pushing the strap off of my shoulder, only he didn't stop there."I do." I said meaning the scent of flowers.One of his hands was sliding up my thigh, creating delicious shivers over my body, combined with the air conditioner, goose bumps broke out on. I loved to spend time with her and she was also interested to spend time with me. One day, I invited her to my apartment to have some snacks and tea so she came. We discussed about many things like her boyfriends and I showed her my wardrobe etc. We had snacks and cold drinks.She left home after a couple of hours but nothing happened that day. Then one day she walked into my apartment at 3 pm when my kids were sleeping. She said that she was bored and felt like talking to me.I was just wearing.