.. smoke? Something. A light? She looked at it and - her eyes opened.Soft light filtered through the room, and she stared up at a pastel blue ceiling.... Funny, it looked just like the one she’d seen when she’d gotten the flu that time. Cool, dry air whispered in her face, and she sniffed. Something beeped loudly, and she turned her head to find the source of the sound. The medical monitor showed a blinking, heart shaped red icon, and the alarm beeped again.The door opened, and a nurse appeared at. I now had a nice rhythm going. I was taking deep breaths and mashing my nose into Darold's pubic bone as his large cock lodged itself into my throat. I would hold it deep in my throat for as long as I could, luxuriating in the feeling, before I needed air and slowly pulled my head off. I would then concentrate on just the head while I caught my breath and prepared myself for the next impalement.Soon I had the extra pleasure of Darold grabbing my head as he began facefucking me.I felt totally. She was gently perspiring for carrying the heavy bag two floors up the stairs. Gently wiping her neck with her handkerchief, she revealed her neck line showing her gold mangalsutra. She smiled back at me while catching me stare at her and drank little water. “Where mam has gone sir?” she opened the conversation showing that she is not in hurry to deliver the goods and collect the money and move off. I replied and asked her why she did not bring her son along. She told that he had a match to be. After a couple of hours of nothing a delivery van showed up and park in an unusual place as it was away from the front door of the hospital and with its backdoors towards me. When I saw the delivery guy get out of the van. It clicked he must of been 6ft2 and very muscular. I watched him walk into the hospital then a few moments later he walk back out with my girlfriend in tow, She was wearing her thin white blouse and tight skirt with her as she called them "slutty" heels I noticed that she had.