.” I opened, gesturing with a hand around my head, “ . . . the hairstyle.” “I have Bone Cancer,” she said forthrightly, almost still smilin... as she glanced out towards the dance floor. “It’s terminal.” “I don’t know what to say to that,” I replied, feeling the entire atmosphere suddenly changing in the room, despite the thumping music and flashing lights, “ . . . except I’m sorry.” “You know,” she said, turning to me, “that’s the first honest reaction I’ve had from a stranger since this. Laura slapped it away too."Don't touch me, you bitch." I'm going to do a lot more than touch," Karen threatened.Karen's hand was quick. It shot out and grabbed Laura's bra between the cups. She yanked it forward, trying to rip it off, but the elastic merely stretched. Karen's arm had such strength that she pulled Laura forward too.Their faces brushed. Laura was furious. She slapped Karen's cheek hard with the palm of her hand. "Damn you, let me go! I don't want to do it!"Karen still held the. "Great minds think alike."Katie and I began undressing the older woman. Justine was forty, and her hourglass figure was about as different from Katie's as you could imagine. I pulled off her blouse when Katie had finished unbuttoning it, and the little redhead's hands went straight to Justine's big jugs."Wow," Katie said when I'd unfastened Justine's bra. "Your boobs are amazing." She was squeezing the big mommy breasts which were indeed pretty amazing. Justine wore a 36D and for a woman her. In her hand, he throbbed against her as she lightly ran her fingers along the shaft from tip to root.His groan was long and low and ended in a growl. She was only dimly aware of the jeans hitting the floor before he pushed her back on the bed, his mouth violently taking a breast. She steeled herself against a yelp but there was no need, his aggression was deceiving, tongue gently laving the nipple until she lay there panting and shaking. His other hand followed the lines of her body until she.