Sheila stopped dead when Sean started his antics and looked at him and then at the bed they were passing. An old man was writhing on the bed in obviou... pain. Tears were leaking from his eyes and a low moan would occasionally escape his clinched teeth.Sheila looked at the man's chart hanging on the end of the bed and said, "He's maxed out on what we can legally give him with morphine. He's in late stage bone cancer and it's very painful but there's nothing else we can do for him. They should. " Please, why are you doing this? Help! Whiskey!" she tried yelling out as he muffled her words with his hand over her mouth.Whiskey came running and was barking like mad."Quiet your little dog down and no one will get hurt!" Whiskey, go lay down now... be a good boy." she said, trying to sound calm so the dog would obey. He looked up at her with a confused expression, cocked his head, turned around and ran back into the living room and jumped onto the couch looking worried. He put his little. The change from harsh to soft was making Kennedy crazy. Her pussy dripped down her legs and onto the bed below her. The faint aroma of her arousal filled the air and made her desire to be fucked and fucked hard grew with every passing moment. She had never experienced such extreme changes with a lover before, and she only wanted more. She tugged at her bonds, desire burning deep within her. Her pussy ached for release, craving the hard fucking Lorne had been giving her the past several. You’ve been OK me drinking since I moved in!”“Are you and Jorge going out?” Jessica asked.“We went out Friday night because I have an 8:00am class tomorrow and he has to be at work. I skipped karate yesterday because we didn’t get in until 2:00am, and I wanted to get some sleep before our girls’ night last night. He’s having a small dinner party here for me tonight.”“I’m taking her to lunch, because you’ll be napping,” I said. “She’s up early so we can spend some more time together.”“What are.