She wasn't worth caring about.Harmony visited me every day while I was in the hospital. I had to wear a device to support my neck—a cervical collar,... it was called—for several weeks after departing the hospital, and once again I was sleeping in the dispensary.I wasn't alone. I could hear coughing. The neck brace kept me from moving my head. I was also strapped to my bed. And I was still woozy from sedatives. There were other boys in the dispensary, but I didn't know how many or who they were.. Bringing her fingers to her mouth, something she had never done before, she licked and sucked the wetness from them. ummmmmm, she moaned to herself. she loved that. Too bad she had to get ready for school. After she showered and dressed, she found Brad at the kitchen counter making toast and coffee. He had on a tee shirt and sweat pants, but now as her feelings for him had been severely altered, she wouldn't care if he was wearing a clown suit. Walking up behind him, she put her arms. She drank all the cum. She came up smiling slightly at me, and we kissed again with more vigor. My rod was erect in no time.She put both her hands on my shoulders and lifted herself. Locking her legs behind my back, I inserted my rod in her much warmer cave and started stroking her. She was continuously moaning, “Oh yes, it feels so so good. I have wanted this for a long time. Fuck me hard, you motherfucker.”I was equally moaning, “Oh yes, mom. You’re so hot. I will fuck you hard. It feels so. "Cecilia was quiet, as she contemplated that interesting piece of information. The two Americans then heard a voice calling them from downstairs. It was Mrs. Dukov."Deevonay étek Cécilekt, yahúk hochtúckt yeestesh dék?"Tiffany answered back."Doc-doc. Nam dék idém."She turned to Cecilia. "Lunchtime. Let's head downstairs. After lunch we'll go out and I'll show you around the neighborhood."While Cecilia was getting to know Tiffany, Jason was struggling to communicate with Alexi Havlakt and his.