But it was fun. And I needed some fun. I took another sip of wine and kept going. I put on the new panties and bra, the new skirt and blouse, my Calvi... Klein perfume, and, for the final touch, heels. I looked in the mirror. I looked very good. I opened another button on the blouse, revealing the slightest bit of cleavage and a sliver of the black lace from the bra, something I rarely did. Something he would notice. I grinned into the mirror. He would be home any minute. It was 7.05PM, he was. He cleaned his hand with dhoti and Mamta started to kiss him again.Ramu’s hands came on Mamta’s boobs now and he started to fondle them nicely. Mamta moaned and started to undress herself. She removed that broad Punjabi suit and the white bra followed it. Ramu also pulled his pants and his manhood was knocking the undies. Mamta took the dick and started to stroke it. Ramu literally forced her to take the dick in mouth now. Mamta sat on her knees and Ramu plunged his dick in her mouth. Mamta. ” I turned to face Patch and kissed him, then turned to face Danny to kiss him. As I was kissing Danny I felt their hands on my thighs and when I made no effort to move them they began caressing my thighs as I was kissing one and the other was kissing my neck. Very quickly their hands moved from my thighs to my breasts and in turn my hands headed for their groins so I could grope their cocks.I could feel both their cocks were rock hard already and tried to push my hands down their shorts to get. ... click". The tube feed continued... she hallucinated. She urinated again. She defecated again. "Hummmm... click." The tube feed became her friend. Conversations were difficult, but she was getting better at it. If only she could move her hands....And then suddenly, the routine "Hummm... click" stopped. It came so suddenly and unexpectedly that she actually screamed. The silence of the room assaulted her as if she had been hit over the head with a bat. Her friend had died. She was out of.