" I know it ain't fair to ask. It's just that I hate the idea of her goin' off to be with her friend so much that it makes me almost sick to think abo...t it. I believe he's a good guy n' all; hell, I suppose I'm even a little grateful for him lookin' after her but it still messes up my brain. Can you understand that, Randall?" Sure I can understand it. I never met a man as strong as you, Uncle Jack but damn, everybody has his limits! I don't know how you've been able to deal with it all these. She clenched his shirt. He closed his arms around her and murmured words of comfort. He rocked her like a child. He pressed his nose against her head, his brows knitted as anguish squeezed his chest, a keener pain than any physical ones he had felt before. He knew that she is all the reason he needed for staying alive.But he did not want her memory of him to be tarnished. He did not want to be a shriveled figure incapable of controlling his own body. He did not want machines to breathe for him. I was all deflated and walked to the fridge for some consolatory chocolate. I looked at the outfit and chuckled to myself whimsically, thinking of the 16 year old girl who, on Monday morning would be ready to don her brand spanking uniform only to find a short red dress! My red dress! I hoped she got detention. I laid each garment on the table and figured it was roughly my size. I held the skirt to my waist and decided it might be fun to try it on, just for a laugh. I would fold it up neatly. I wanted to see more though and thats what I planned on doing. I flip over Courtney so that she lies on her back. I slowly unbutton her shirt while her hand was touching my cock. I take off Courtneys t-shirt revealing her giant melons. She was not wearing a bra. I stare at them for a while. What a sight they were. My cock got so hard when I saw her tits. They sure have grown a lot the last time I saw them. I play with her nipples a little and then lick them. I could see Courtneys face change.