I went inside he had lunch ready. We ate and talked for a while, then I went back to work. when I finished he had a cold beer waiting for me. I drank ...t down and Jim said I could use the shower again. I was about to head to the bathroom, when he said to take off my clothes and he'd wash them while I was in the shower. Not thinking of anything I stripped down and handed them to him. He just stood there looking at me from head to toe. He took them and I went to the bathroom. When I stepped out. I lifted and parted her knees and watched as her pussy opened invitingly. I was sure she would taste as good as or better than sis. I moved in closer to her and suddenly it hit me. An odor that was stale and repugnant. I moved in a little closer and the odor was even stronger. It was coming from her beautiful pussy. Even if I could have gotten passed that smell I am sure it would have tasted as bad. I covered her and went to my room wondering if she always smelled that bad. I was so. We planned to be together forever, him promising to marry me, before my 25th birthday. We would then move to Florida to start a family. But then the bruises came. Only small ones along my spine at first, but as the weeks went on they got bigger and bigger and doubling in number. When I finally agreed to go and see a doctor, my worst nightmare was confirmed. Leukemia. Aggressive, advanced and nearly incurable. I wanted to kill them for butting in the nearly. For letting us hope. John stayed by. My sister and her husband came from my side of the family and Randall was there along with Rose’s parents, Jeanelle and Gary. Rose had been invited, too, but she declined. Randall told me she was still declining, and doing it at the top of her lungs, when he left the house. We were better off without her.I’ve read accounts of some lesbian weddings where one of them is in a tux and the other in a wedding dress. That wasn’t the case for our girls. There wasn’t a butch bone in either of them. Some.