The first three I had been sedated and unconscious while I healed up. I had gotten an intestinal infection from drinking polluted water, which was why...I had the shivers and the runs in the cell, but it wasn’t clear whether I drank the polluted water on the hike back to civilization or in my basement cell. In fact, when I asked directly, Doctor Bancroft refused to discuss it. I was on an antibiotic regimen currently.The bandages and tape on my left side were both to help my ribs heal (three were. All you need to know about how to write sex is to know the action, then swap synonyms (so like instead of ‘he stuck his penis inside of her,’ create ‘he drilled her with his iron rod.’ Magic.) There’s a great number of stories on here that clearly learned how to write sex scenes by reading other sex stories, then swapped names and maybe if the reader is lucky, changed a few mannerisms of the characters. Worse, they might think that a character is defined by one trait (like ‘bossy,’ ‘childish’. I bring my fingers to my mouth to tasting you. I lean down to you and kiss you deeply, our mouths melting together. Pressing you back against the bed I kneel between your thighs parting them further for me. My eyes watching you I kiss your mound thru your panties inhaling your scent.. I moan against you vibrating my chin against your clit. You buck up lightly into my face and moan loudly. You are so wet I can see it on your panties. I tug the waist band on your panties pulling them off of you... Fuck your son’s mouth with your twat, baby. Feed him your fuck juices.”Jennifer didn’t have to be told twice. She put her legs over his shoulders and locked them around his upper back. Then she started humping her son’s face, forcing her own drooling pussy tighter against his face, her slit tighter against his mouth and tongue.Tim from his position enjoyed the view. He saw two beautiful tits, and further away he saw a big brown bush of pubic hair and his son’s face behind it like a sun setting.