That wasn’t good enough for me, so I let them have it a few times. Then one day, a doctor came in and looked me straight in the eye and said, ‘You...have six months to live, twelve at the most. You can’t possibly live more than twelve months.’ Well, that did the trick. I sat there in the hospital bed and thought, ‘Don’t tell me what I can’t do!’ and I set about proving him wrong. Here I am, five years later and I’m in complete remission. I’m a cancer survivor thanks to that doctor.”We both took. He said Hmmm, were gonna have to have a look.With that he got up and lifted up the gown.Instinctively I covered myself but he held my hand back and soon the gown was up near my chin and my body was on display for him.He poked n prodded around my belly button and thru my pubic hair for abit, making hmm and aaaaa comments to himself as he did. I finally felt his hand grab the head of my penis and lift my little shaft up. I felt him squeeze my cock head as he seemed to look into my pee slit. he. Still taking her time. She knows what she is doing. The lone masterbating woman still fingering/playing with her clit. She is moaning loudly, enjoying all of this. The man getting sucked is moaning loudly as well, you can tell he is going to blow his load soon. The couple have now switched positions. The woman bent over the table, her face laying on the flat surface, the man pounding her very hard from behind. Both almost screaming it feels so good. The man getting suck pushes cum whore's head. I especially enjoyed writing the scene at the end of the story. Marti, this story is dedicated to you. I hope you enjoyed it. * Steve leaned over the sleeping women and kissed each of them on the cheek. Louise woke up and said, ‘Hi,’ in a sleepy voice. ‘Hi,’ Steve said, smiling. ‘Guess what.’ ‘What?’ Louise asked. ‘It’s snowing like crazy outside. I guess we’ll be stuck here all weekend.’ ‘That’s all right,’ Dorothy said, turning over, ‘I think we can find something to do.’ She yawned and.