Her nipples were alive again, begging for the sweet attention that Heather was happy to provide. It seemed to go on forever, and Barbara would have pr...bably let it as she enjoyed the gradual increase in sexual tension that was spreading throughout her body. But now it was Heather’s turn! She eventually pulled away from the clinch, eyes sparkling. ‘I want to kiss you now,’ she whispered hungrily, ‘ ………….alll over ………….everywhere!’ she added to drive home the point. She seemed to be waiting for. After a moment I felt his cockhead pushing at the entrance to my throat. I opened my throat and let his dick slide in. His pubes were tickling my nose while his balls rested on my chin. I began to move my mouth up and down his shaft and he took it as a sign to start fucking my throat. I moaned around his cock with every thrust and my dick grew harder and harder. I felt his cock begin to swell and I sucked harder and faster until I felt the got load unleash in the back of my throat. He pulled. Fuck.“And that I don’t remember a lot of this?”“With the kind of shock you had, memory loss isn’t unusual but we will need to watch for memory lapses or cognitive issues. We evaluated the concussion but the blood loss was our primary concern. I’ll send someone in to assess you in a little bit. Any other questions?”“Why does my throat hurt?”This time Melissa replied. “You had a tube down your throat until about an hour ago.”“Ah,” I said stupidly. I couldn’t think of a single decent gag reflex. Then we heard a lot noise “hoi….. Enu madtidira?” (Hoi….. What r u doing?) From a mid-aged 40+ years uncle looking at us with his mobile in hand.Uncle: what are u doing?My boy: nothing. (Trying to cover me behind him. I was dam stuck of being caught. Was standing naked with just shirt on my shoulders)Uncle: i know what u ppl r doing? I’ll complain to police…..My boy: no sir plz don’t. We will go now.Uncle trying to call someone from his mobile phone, my boy stopped him. I was still standing in.