" Hospital beds are not all that exciting; they aren't geared to bend in the right direction at the right places. But we managed! In fact we managed t...hree times. The sex, the actual act with my mother was such a turn on that it was all I could do not to cum every time I just got the head of my dick in her. I guess it was a good thing for mom that we were in a hospital, because we were limited in what we could do and how vigorous we could do that! We stuck with the basic first three standards. She took a mug and catch my left breast above the areola and squeeze it with pressure. Streams of milk gushed into the mug and she repeated the process, initially it was enjoyable as it relived my pressure. As the pressure decreased i felt pain and then she gave mug to her daughter. She sat in front of me and massage my right breast and caught above my areola ; pinched it down. One drop of milk streamed into the mug. Then she applied a little milk to my nipple and started pulling . Milk jets. Usne to uski gaand masal rakhi thi tabhi ritu young heroes ke saath kam karti hai main bhi bola chalo mazza lene do na usme kya hai. Boli ha humein kya chal aise karte hai rape scene mein tere ko dal denge tu bhi thoda maza le main thoda khush sa hua to wo boli dekh kaise khush ho raha hai us scene ko use hi direct karna hai, chal tu bhi kya yaad kare ga kisi dost ne help ki thi. Main uske pas gaya aur bola ki thanks lekha agar aisi baat hai to scene ko dekhna main best scene bana doonga boli. "Emma looked up sniffling, and finally said something. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to. Please don't hate me."None of which made any sense to me. I gave her a glass of water and pulled a chair next to her. "Honey, I don't understand. Stop crying and tell me what's wrong. What are you sorry about and what didn't you mean to do?"Emma took a small drink of water and said, "I ... I ... I..." Then she started sobbing again. I put my arm around her and let her cry. This time she didn't pull away. It.