Rahul then asked me, Ravi and Neenu to stop and move to the side. Rahul kept the vibrator away. Mom’s pussy was so red and wet. She needed something...inside her. Mom was sweating a lot. Her nipples were so erect.Rahul slowly took his dick in his hand and rubbed it on mom’s pussy lips. Mom kept her legs wide open, inviting him to fuck her. He was again playing with her. He then slowly pushed his dick into her. Even though his dick was so thick, mom’s wet pussy took it completely it in.He slowly. "Pick one." Impossible."Will she cop out? Probably, he thought."Rothko," I said quietly."Who?" My favorite artist of all times is Rothko. When I was a little girl, Dad had to attend a conference in Washington, D.C., and he took me with him, even spent most of his time there with me. He knew I liked art - I wanted to be an artist even back then - and we spent a few days in art galleries and museums. Rothko had his own room in the Phillips Gallery. I sat on a bench and gazed at one of his. HR sent the sealed confidential envelope in today's mail. It had been approved; all I needed to do was to present it to her and have both of us sign it.On a different note I had left Jason and Courtney several pages of instructions along with signed job offers. They were going to be busy for the week. Monday and Tuesday Jason and the girls were going to be doing more interviews.I called Dover Officers Supply about getting the Glock semiautomatics and uniforms for our security company. I knew. So thrilled to wake up, it took me a little time to realize how unfamiliar everything was, then like a bolt of electricity, it hit me. I had no idea about anything.Where was I?What happened to bring me here?Who was I? Seriously. WHO WAS I? What body was I in, and who was this person that would have to be me, now?When I tried to turn my head to look around, I discovered I could. No bandages, no neck collar, no hindrances. That surprised me, because a serious head injury usually means a neck.