Stopping intermittently. It was during one of these stops that I felt a hand resting on my ass. Fingers were pressing against my skirt on my ass. I kn...w I should do something to stop him, but figured it was harmless, & after not having sex for over 2 weeks. I was so horny. I pushed my ass a little back into his hand, almost consenting to his actions. The stranger squeezed my firm ass cheek. He moved his hand over my skirt, edging the outline of my panties & the straps of my garter belt. My cunt. . " Shesmiled at a new thought. "You were being my pussy's pussy, weren'tyou?" "I guess so." Did you love it?" Yes. Yes, I did." I did like it. All of it, even waking in themorning to find my face glazed and sticky, her smell grown strongovernight. It was a new way to feel intimate with her."I see," she replied. "You don't feel it was beneath you?" Shelooked down, then away, as if to spare me a pitying glance. Mysucking on her cunt was beneath me? Beneath her, certainly. She'dsaid. " It means the tumors are cancerous," Berkenstein said, managing to sound sympathetic, apologetic and matter-of-fact all at the same time.Ken felt Meghan's hand squeeze spastically on his. He heard her choke back a sudden sob. He squeezed her hand in return, trying to offer comfort, trying to be strong, even though he was feeling as if a cloud of doom was slowly descending on him. "Cancerous," he said. "So ... So I have liver cancer?" Well ... yes and no," Berkenstein said."Yes and no?" Meghan. “You can make a victim’s statement before sentence,” the lawyer said. “I’ll let the clerk to the court know.”John entered the court and espied Peter and Thomas in the dock. Thomas was tall and well built with a handsome face, a good head of light brown hair and a short cropped beard. Peter was shorter though still quite tall, and the word ‘chubby’ came to mind. His face was florid and he had the build of an executive who tries to look after himself but has too many business lunches to keep his.