He shook his head. He had never been interested in that nonsense. Wine snobbery annoyed him.“Can I ask you a question?” he asked before she went a...ay.She smiled. “Go ahead.”“How... how come you know Bradley?”Her smile broadened as she leant closer. “How do you think I know him?” she asked. “He’s a guest here and I work behind the bar and sometimes in here.”He still looked puzzled.“He’s a man. He finds me attractive and so... you do know about the birds and the bees?”He smiled. He felt. He felt faint as he realized that there was a possibility that he could beat the terminal illness that threatened his life. His hand shook as he slowly reached out to touch the small bottle sitting on the kitchen table. Of course, he knew that this was untested. He knew that he would be a guinea pig. He knew that this was dangerous. He knew that even if the serum did work, that there would be side effects. He also knew that he would die in a couple of months if he did nothing. His fingers. Her drink of choice was Brandy which her previous husband had introduced her to, but when she did have a drink, it was typically "a" drink, which was not enough to put her into a deeper sleep. As the weeks went past I started to reconcile myself to the fact that I was unlikely to have a repeat performance, and had to be content with spying on her whenever I was horny, which was a lot more often now.In December of that year we went to stay with her sister and husband for a week, and on the first. I scratched her with my fingers, not my nails. She unclamped her bra and I felt my penis growing erect.The back scratch slowly turned into a massage. I picked up the bottle and squirted oil on Jacqui’s backside. My hands moved gently over her upper back. I moved my hands in a circular motion all over her back. She moaned with pleasure when I got to her waist. “Lower,” she told me. I kept going lower, lower, as low as I could go. She pulled the back of her panties down.“Massage my ass,.