“What do you mean, Dag? You’re getting better now, right?”“My heart is not going to get better, Riley. I’m on the transplant list.”“Dag!...Were you ever going to tell me?”“I didn’t want you to be worried unnecessarily,” I said. “There’s really nothing you can do to help it more than you already do.” She lapsed into silence and I decided we needed a little more time this evening.When she got me home, Riley was shocked that I invited her up to stick around and watch TV for a while. The holiday fare. Not a word from either of them. They knew what itwas. They'd been through that house. So why did they leave the casketthere?"I close my eyes out of sheer vexation. Is this ever going to end?"I wouldn't worry about it," I murmur."No, I don't suppose you would. You're not the one who has to decide whatto tell your family tomorrow."I ignore the reprimand. I'm not willing to betray Trisha's confidence justto demonstrate my loyalty to someone I only met the day before yesterday.In any case,. Priyanka had boobs of size of a tennis ball which were larger than those of swati who had them of lemon size. But swati has made progress with me massaging her tits. Priyanka’s butt was also quite heavier.Swati started to disrobe me and priyanka was watching with curiosity. As swati pulled my underwear down priyanka closed her eyes as she had never seen a fully-grown cock. I went close to priyanka and put her hand on my penis she opened her eyes and started to feel my manhood. I caught her face. Suddenly I made up my mind. I was bursting for a pee now and couldn’t wait another second. I reckoned if Sandra could get away with it then so could I!Without wasting another moment I yanked down my skirt and the thin blue thong I was wearing around my bum and pussy. Squatting down in front of the still urinating Sandra I took a deep breath and tried to relax the hold on my bladder.The seconds passed and nothing happened. I could feel Sandra’s gaze locked on my pussy and this was not helping in.