The doctor says that he only has a few more months to live and then I will lose him, just the way I lost my mother so many years ago. I miss her so mu...h and I know I will miss him just as much. What can I do? I want to cry all of the time. I don't know if I am more sad for him or for me. I am so frightened. What will I do? When I lose him, I will be all alone. I know I have you, but it just won't be the same! Please don't be mad at me. I love you and I know you love me." Sarah, it is right to. The other hand now gently tweaking at my nipple.I was certainly get turned on watching this young shop assistant pressed up behind me, while I watch in the mirror and her hand snaking down to my panty line as my skirt fell to the floor.She toyed with my panty line as my breath quickened. In the next cubicle I could hear woman trying on clothes. Suddenly the shop assistant tweaked hard on my nipple I whimpered. Her hand made its way past my panty line to my already sopping pussy. She held her. ”“Yeah, I am trying to talk him into letting us put on WICKED in this very theatre in eighteen months.”“Man ... that is awesome. Tell me what you need?”“A closed curtain. Four microphones, corded on stands. Some spotlights as well. I hope to have a rehearsal by the day after tomorrow. Can that happen?”“Sure thing. Who’s performing?”“Jenn Guthrie, Joan Prefontayne and Sam Choate,” I answered.“Lucky stiffs,” he said.“Oh, and a small group of background singers. They shouldn’t need mics or. Do as you please with him.” She continued her slow stroking and then started sucking just the head of cock. Then she started twirling her tongue over the head. She continued giving me the most sensual blowjob I’ve ever had.The slow stroking the luscious lips over the head of my cock and the tongue twirling was making me go nuts. I had to even use a pillow over my mouth to not make noise. She realising that I would explode anytime soon suddenly stopped. Withdrawing the pillow to ask why she’s.