"She took a bite of her apple. "I don't understand why. What's so special about now?" I don't have much time left." What are you talking about?" I hav... cancer. My lungs. It's pretty advanced."She looked straight ahead, at some pigeons fighting over crumbs on the lawn. "That's your own fault. All that smoking you did. God, you were never without a cigarette. Stupid." I know. I should have stopped a long time ago. Do you remember when you used to hide my cigarettes?" I was 8 years old. It was one. “Fuck you, Barb. You’re just being catty.” “Can I come along? Maybe she would like to pose for me too?” “I’m not taking you to her place!” “Then come with me to mine. I have a hotel room just down the block. It’s a nice hotel and we can get out of the cold.” I had to laugh at that. But just then the wind picked up and I shivered with the sudden cold blast. “So you’re laughing! He said happily. That’s good. Let’s get out of the cold, the forecast is for snow. Will you come with me?” Now I. Without using nay hands, I slide my tongue all over your bell end then slowly pull down your boxers. Naughty boy! your big hard cock is covered in pre cum and it springs right into my face. I put my hands around your waist and stroke your bum while I feed your cock into my wet hungry mouth. after only a few minutes, I can feel you want to come, but I don’t want to swallow your spunk just yet. I get you to lay down and run my feet all over your body, then up to your mouth where I make you. Having prepared Wynn for the task at hand, Feebie took the task in hand and stroked slowly. Wynn was firm but not hard. Further measures were required. Feebie leaned in and, holding his cock upright, pecked a kiss on the tip. The tip of her tongue probed the tip of his dick. Her lips travelled down to but not over the rim. Wynn was harder now. Feebie looked up to see Wynn’s expression. His eyes were closed, his face calm and his breathing steady. Good, a relaxed Wynn would be easier to work.