They didn’t seem to mind. Then I opened up my mind to them on the various situations I found myself in. I talked about waking up 160 years in the pa...t as a fifteen-year-old who few people took all that seriously, but with the experience and attitude of a sixty-six-year-old. I talked about my unsuccessful efforts to determine if this was all real or if it was just a psychotic episodic loop I was stuck in. I talked about the strange conversation I’d had with Laura, while I was trying to decide. Like…About 6 months into my ‘slut’ period I found myself with a weekend to burn and no one to play with. Since I knew this by Friday morning I took the day off, fuck-it; I wanted fucked period.The plan was to go to that adult bookstore outside of town and whore around to see if I could pick someone or a few up…just have some fun. And, I felt like dressing to get fucked. This meant that I had to prepare and that took some time if I wanted to do it right – which I did. I was finding out that. This time I had the papers in my hand from the pathology lab confirming my diagnosis of a non-Hodgkins lymphoma.“George, Alice and especially Phil — the path lab confirmed my diagnosis this morning of a very treatable form of what we call a ‘non-Hodgkins lymphoma,’ or NHL for short. In layman’s terms it is a cancer of the lymphatic system...”I explained in some detail just what NHL was, how it could effect the blood as well as a number of other organs in the immune system. We also discussed. "As well as one of the biggest," she said as she stepped between my open legs. "When they brought you in," she whispered, shaking out her curls and reaching to tap my swelling member, "and I saw this big fellow here, and I knew I had to have you."I pulled her closer until I could nuzzle her full and dangling breasts, each big as a cannon ball with their large and prominent nipples. My prod rose until it poked into the thick hair at her groin. I spread my legs a bit wider, grabbed her lush.