Greg guided her into the cabin moving her to the fireplace, carefully and slowly stripping her, kissing every inch of flesh he revealed. Joanie shiver...d in anticipation, she had never seen Greg like this. As he knelt in front of her she caressed his head her fingers running through his hair. Greg looked up at her smiling. Nervously she covered her chest with her arms her eyes darting around, between the fire and his face.“What’s wrong? You know we won’t do anything that you don’t want too.”. For so long, I’ve put up with you degrading yourself. You don’t see what I see."I know that if I ask you what you see, you'll prattle on about saggy boobs, fat thighs, blah, blah, blah. Let me tell you what I see,” he whispered.I looked into the mirror, watching his hands cup my breasts. I listened as he spoke about the softest skin, tightest nipples, plumpest lips. I witnessed him wrapping my hair around his fist, pulling my head around. His lips grazed mine in a teasing touch.Suddenly,. ..”“Okay then, what did Jacob say is wrong with him,” she said. Her husband looked down.“I really do not want to tell you, Ava, please let it go. You don’t need the details. He is not in any danger of dying or anything like that, okay,” said Blake.“Blake, please,” she said. “Honey, you’re scaring me. You have to tell me. Please,” she said.“Ava, he is HIV-1 positive, and...” he said, and stopped.She sagged down on the couch and cried. “And?” she said, finally.“Ava, I can’t...” he said. She cried. She sat close to me and placed her hand on my inner thigh (any closer and she would have been holding my cock). My hand went to her inner thigh as well and her legs slowly parted to reveal the warm moist crotch of her panties. She leaned over and told me that the only reason we met at the bar was so she didn’t seem like a slut, but as turned on as she was she no longer cared about first impressions. She suggested we leave the bar and get a room as close as possible because she couldn’t wait to.