"Oh fuck yes, Rachel. Fuck me you pretty little bitch," she screams inbetween moaning. It doesn't take long before I'm cumming like I've nevercum befo...e and she is too. Suddenly she is lying on me, both of usbreathing heavily. "I love you Rachel," she says softly as she closesher eyes and falls asleep.The next morning, I wake up feeling an odd weight on my chest, I hearher in the bathroom. She comes out and smiles at me. "You might want tochange before my parents get here. Remember, we're. Promise me right now.”Mom could only nod her head as she continued sobbing. She truly loved my father.“Yes, Dad. We promise. Thank you. I love you, Daddy.”“I love you, too, kiddo.”The three of us wrapped our arms around each other and had a good cry.On Monday Dad brought us with him to the Mayo Clinic to see Dr. Strauss. The doctor explained everything to us, and made it clear there was no hope for a cure or for remission. Dad’s was the most aggressive form of lung cancer, and it was caught too. Diun found clothes from one of her old boyfriends who left them in her closet.Some of the more baggy sweats and t-shirts fit him and he picked the most ideal to wear. He had decided that though he might have to wear human clothing it was not necessary to be uncomfortable.Before he left Monica begged for him to take her one more time. This time he experimentally tried a slower pace to see how she handled it.These human women appeared to be more fragile than the females of his species. It. I tried to move my arm, wiggle my wrist, I wasn't going anywhere. A little bit of fear was starting to creep into my state of arousal. She grabbed my left hand and tied it to the other bed post in the same manner. Yup, I wasn't going anywhere. The ropes were just tied and already I was feeling a bit uncomfortable, the blood wasn't flowing as freely to my arms as they were high over my head. My wrists were sore from the rope biting into them. As I was looking over my head at the amazing rope job.