No protest from him, so I slid his shirt off, his now bare chest against my thin tank top with the bra built in, concealing my breasts from his view. ...is hand slid down, into my top, pulling the straps down my arms. I wriggled, and pulled off my top, sliding it down my waist, and down my jean covered legs. The fabric puddled onto the floor. We didn’t notice. I unbuttoned and unzipped my almost skintight jeans, kicking them off somewhere near my shirt. His pants soon followed. I shivered with. Wanting to cover up, I try to adjust myself in my mesh shorts wishing I had underwear to help out and said that I needed to sit down. She looked disappointed, but I think she understood.She came over to me holding her hair up and untying the top of her bikini. Now I was sitting and her crotch was at eye level. I could see that her little camel toe and that she had a small wet spot. Any chance of loosing my hard on just went away and I was mesmerized knowing that I had done that to her.She. Tonight’s going to be your lucky night, baby, because I am unable to resist you anymore. And I also want to get revenge on him for neglecting my needs.”“You deserve someone who wants to be around you and touch you and make you feel good Carrie,” I whispered to her as I kissed her again and laid her on the couch, starting to softly kiss her neck as she started to moan in my ear.“Tell me how bad you want me Carrie,” I whispered to her, seeing the lust in her eyes as she threw her legs around me. It was so silly to let myself hope. To let us both hope. ‘I’m in the bedroom,’ I call out, my voice shaking a little, but not to much. He walks in and he looks at me, sitting on the bed, waiting for the news which I already know. There is no cure. I’m going to die in 4 months. I remember a time when we used to be happy, me and John. It was effortless, like breathing. He just had to be in the same room as me, and my whole world would become brighter and better. We had been together for about 2.