She was feeling awfully transparent under her son's gaze. "What's for dessert?" I, uh, went shopping at the mall today and stopped at the Cheesecake F...ctory. I brought home some cheesecake for everyone," said Lani. She'd better cut her losses. If they found the cheesecake on their own Danny might, well, she didn't want to think about it."Yummy, I love cheesecake," said Heather. She was lucky enough to pretty much eat anything she wanted and not gain weight."See what you're doing to me, Lani,". They had died in a car crash and blind luck had kept me home that day. So it was my gnarly old grandfather that raised me these last twelve years. If I wanted something I worked for it. So he figured I could beat my diagnosis with sheer willpower alone. He was wrong.I didn't moan and bitch. What was the point of that? I just made a list and decided to see how many things on it I could do before I died. It wasn't a long list but it was all I had really. The first thing on the agenda was to do as. I started my actions and started playing with her legs and proceeded toward her inner thighs while rubbing her clitoris occasionally.I must admit here that rubbing a married woman with her acceptance in a dimly lit bar in public was giving a different level of excitement for both of us. I wanted to relish this experience and get that slut of her from within.I could see the desperation in my friend’s wife’s eyes for me to take command over her. I could sense the wetness in her panties and I was. She was amazed. She said it was bigger than your uncle’s. She smiled at me again. I said that it was not a joke and added that it would rise even higher if she showed her boobs n pussy. I asked her to touch it she did it n the cock still rose higher. As she was touching my tool I removed her bra n saw the biggest mountain in my life twice the size of all other girls who believe that they have big boobs i said aunt you’re the best boob lady.I was massaging her tits like chapatti mould.After.