It sounded like her mother, on the night that her father had left her for another woman. Then Emily realized it was her crying, before firmly rejectin... the idea. It had to be another dream, since her mother was dead now. Even such a great heartbreak as hers could never penetrate the silence of the grave.Emily listened to the sobs, hearing them from beyond a closed door in the large, cold house. She carefully pushed the door open and stared at her mother, curled up in a ball in front of a cold,. She was tight as fuck and was moaning uncontrollably in his mouth "ohhh ummm ohhhh"He finally stopped took his finger out and tasted it and he pushed her down to her knees in front of his dick. She had kissed it before from sides and even the balls but never taken it in her mouth so she started slowly not really knowing what to do and he sort of guided her in the beginning but in about five minutes she had five inches of his dick in her mouth and he started to facefuck her and Iqra had lost it. "Besides, you need to get out of the house more often. You're always here looking after me. So, go! I mean it. Do your errands, and take some time for yourself, too. Your such a good husband. Thoughtful. Caring. Loving. But you need some time for yourself!"I leaned over her again and kissed her on the forehead, as well as the lips. As I stood up, she gave me that weak smile again. I hated seeing her reduced to a bed. She'd come down with MS three years earlier, and at first it didn't seem to. He kept going with a feverish shine in his eyes but apparently focused on trimming my hair."He and I both knew that he could have done anything to me. I would never have had the strength to, like, bite him or punch him in the nuts and make him stop. I think that only made it better. I know it made my cock weep into my pants.” He sat up on his stool, adjusted his pants, and sat back down. “John’s cock pulsed and swelled up even bigger in my throat. He pulled out, let me gasp for air and spit out.