More than once I thought about getting up and taking a cab to the hospital and sitting in Georgette’s room. Just being with her and watching her bre...the and knowing that she was alive would be some comfort. I didn’t, but I was determined I would stay with her during the day if they would allow me. ‘I’ll probably ask you to leave if something requires our immediate attention, Mr. Smith,’ Doctor Hettinger told me. ‘Normally, only close relatives are permitted short visits in the I.C.U. rooms.. Queer as hell and…actually...pretty damned hot. What do you think Albert? He wants to kiss my dick! Think I should let him?”Albert shrugged. “Up to you, boss. But listen, he borrowed fifty bucks and he rode six hours on the bus just to meet you so, yeah, I think he’s earned it. Hell, every cocksucker should kiss your penis.” “Heh-heh,” Mason smile, “Yeah. Every cocksucker should so maybe this cocksucker should kiss my penis. And you're right. He did a lot just to get here so it's the least I. His hair fell softly over his forehead, his skin was illuminated by the softness of the moonlight pouring into my room. His eyes flicked back and forth, the hazel-orange glint he had (it's a family trait I think) sparkled. He looked nervous. I questioned him, "'Drew, are you nervous?" He was startled and snapped, "Why? Do I look nervous or something Anna? Do i?" I giggled at the jumpiness that filled him, and put my hand on his knee. As I did this though, my hand brushed up against this massive. The size of my first ejaculation wasn't really a shock in light of how I had been leering at Samantha and feeling her up. However, to produce such a large amount of cum on both the second and third time I had cum was a testament to the hazards of Samantha's fake rack. Strange as it was, I had to agree with Mandy. I probably wouldn't even want for my cock to be hard again before the end of the shower, and I had probably used up the last of my jizz for a while tit fucking her daughter.Samantha.