The median survival rate is less than a year and a half. I’ve begun to show signs of the disease, and before it incapacitates me I want to get my li...e in order.”“Oh Lisa, I’m so sorry for you; how can I help?”“Please, let me explain everything before you agree. I’m going to be asking a lot of you.“First, there’s Gene to consider. I want you to continue being his caregiver for as long as he lives.“Second, and probably the most important, is our financial situation. Because we never had any kids. "I don't know what I'll do with the Rolls. I barely ever use it. Carlos drives me to some functions in it, but it is a waste just sitting there. The Jag is my favorite but the van is the most practical. The pickup belongs to Carlos." Lee said. She pushed a button and the nearest garage door opened letting the sun in. The garage floor was immaculate, no oil spots anywhere on the sealed and painted concrete floor."This is very nice, Lee. But all this is probably way over our heads." I said this. How big, how long I’d have to suck it, whether or not I’d have to let him cum in my mouth.”Now he was fully blushing as he broke out in nervous laughter. Sensing the atmosphere between us, I added bluntly with a slightly joking tone, “I’d suck your dick for free.” I looked over to find him still fiercely blushing but a big, incredulous grin on his face as he glanced over at me, then back at the road, at me again and so on.As we got silent and we each began to run scenarios in our heads, I. He finishes pushing my skirt up so he can grab either side of my panties and pulls them down my legs and tosses them to the side. I groan as he takes one leg and drapes it over his shoulder. Then he does the same with the other which leaves me wide open for him to look at my trimmed pussy. ‘Are you excited hun?’ he asks. ‘I am so fucking wet I am dripping so that question is a little unnecessary,’ I moan. ‘Just fucking touch me…please,’ I add. Slowly he brings one of his hands to my pussy and.