We also didn't tell anyone else about the cancer, but I noticed that she was tiring easier, and losing weight. She had always been a big girl, not fat... but with huge boobs and wide hips, and at 5' 9" she was not short either, so it didn't show at first.Unconsciously we had been making plans for how to manage things as she got more ill, and Jane said that if possible she wanted to be nursed at home. I agreed but said if that was the case we must have some help, both with the nursing and around. But I have no intention of stopping until my work is complete. I draw my cock all the way back over your brand new pussy… the sensations are so new to you… you begin to drip almost instantly… lubricating my fuck stick.Though your mind is screaming STOP, your body tells a different story as you grind your ass into my crotch.And, just like that, my fat knob pops right up into your tight pussy. With my cock inside of you, the changes to your body happen faster and faster…Your hips widen and your. "God, you've got fabulous tits," he exclaimed. "Tony said you had world-class breasts and he isn't wrong." What else did he say about me?" I asked, curious to know what had been said when I wasn't there."To be honest we mostly spoke about practicalities. He said no rough stuff or anal and that if you said no at any stage then that absolutely had to be respected. He did say that a bit of dirty talk was fine, even desirable, but not to get too carried away." Oh, so if you were allowed to say. She showed me into a small, intimate ‘sitting room’ I hadn’t encountered before. She invited me to sit with her on a huge, sumptuous cream leather sofa.She carefully crossed her legs, making that delicious swishing noise, beloved by stocking fetishists and staring intently at me, began: “I’ve been thinking Peter. You have been doing so much work for me, I feel that I’m imposing on your time and generosity.”“No really Miss, it’s not a problem,” I replied.“Hear me out, Peter. Of course I’d like.