"Ooooooh, George," she murmured softly, her aroused body shifting with the movements of his hands. There was no thought now of her husband, no thought...of the man she had vowed to love. Only the gentle urgings of the hands manipulating her tingling flesh into the white-hot heat of desire.Cupping her hands over his, she started to turn, but George took the lead and pulled her around to him. They stood, their bodies touching full length, and looked at each other. He's so good, she thought. So. ” He was getting angry because my dad was keeping his cool. “Look at the faggot,” he said pointing to me. “I’ve never seen a mouth better made for cock sucking.” He reached over and thrust his thumb into my mouth like he was examining an animal. My dad didn’t move. I licked Mr. Rooney’s thumb and sucked. He looked shocked but I noticed his cock twitch briefly. “Fucking faggot,” he spat as he pulled his thumb out. “What’s the matter?” he snapped at my dad. “Too chicken to help your cock hungry. Our parents left the house at precisely this time, and the remaining three of us retired to our respective rooms to get prepared. Having prepared myself, I took a good glance of me in the mirror. For the first time in a long, I realized that I too could look pretty. My parents had bought me a fancy light blue dress just for this evening, and – if I may permit me to say so – I looked genuinely stunning in it. It framed my female curves in all the right places. At the beginning, I was afraid my. I attributedit to age and tried not to think about it. I had felt run down for along, long time. It just came with being a single mother of four. Gracestarted asking me to go to a doctor, but I ignored her. Then one day Ifell to the floor at work, suffering from a gran mal seizure.I awoke in the hospital to learn of my diagnosis: lung cancer that hadalready metastasized to the brain. I cursed my selfishness, weakness andstupidity one more time. Then I resolved to do everything I could tofight.