I said THANK YOU for everything,for being my brother and my friend.You came to see me every month during those 5 years,even on Mothers Day and I'm not...a Mom,you never missed my Birthday,I could not recieve any gifts,but you did leave money on my account.You even told me when Pop died even though we did not him,and eight months later Mom died I know you had pay that Bill.You never gave upon me,never judge me in fact when we where k**s you always tried protect me and spoil me.There were many. She was gentle, and then forceful holding me tight while her she-cock sought its way into my cunt. Once she found my hole, there was no subtlety. She just jammed it right in and once again I screamed. But not in pain. There is a thing about fucking, I doesn't hurt, but sometimes you scream. When it's really, really good you scream As she fucked me, I screamed. I screamed loud enough the windows rattled and a cat hissed in the night. She pressed thighs tight to mine, wrapped her fingers in my. " I praised and, placing my hand tentatively on her thigh, gauged her reaction. "Thank you, Allen." She said in response to the praise but remained impassive, encouraging me to go further until my middle finger traced the cleft of her cunt. We leaned towards one and other, our lips meeting as I, slipping my fingers under her elastic, felt the course, damp hairs surrounding her wet opening whilst she fumbled with my belt. "Not here." I said, aware that we were in the middle of a residential. She had cancer. I could never pronounce but it was rare. (Only 3 known cases in the state) Now starts the kemo, radiation, then the hair loss but she was strong she never let it get her down. After about 6 months of treatment she had an operation. They took out a mass out the size of a golf ball.Six months later she was doing well. Her hair had grown back out; I got a call for a job in OKC we were until 9/4/2001. On the way home we stopped at her sister’s house we stayed there for 10 days. Of.