She straightened up, tossed her hair and turned to face me. Still on my knees I licked her slit and kissed her lower belly for what seemed a thousand ...imes. I felt her hands on the back of my head pulling me tightly to her."That's right baby, make me feel good. Be a good boy and make me cum." And I did. At that moment, I would have agreed to be her slave forever more. Talk about pussywhipped.She shivered, and I knew she had orgasmed. Weak in the knees, she knelt down and faced me. We kissed in. We dated a few times and he was a gentleman. He was younger than me but he was mature and we related well on issues that mattered.I didn’t really know how to approach it but I wanted more than just a goodnight kiss after the third date. I thought he might be a little prudish. We had gone to a swanky restaurant and blues bar called the Blue Palace. I asked him if he’d like to come up to my place after drinks. He was agreeable to that. I bit my lip and looked at him with desire. His eyes sparkled. ” She said spiting it out some of it clinging to her chin. “That’s gross.”I didn’t know what to say to her as she stood. I reached out and pulled the piece clinging to her chin off.“It’s so icky.” She said. “It’s okay.” I said not really sure of what else to say considering that I really didn’t want to cum in her mouth to begin with but it made me realize something as we stood there under the stream and that was my sister was curious about sex and I was the only male she knew who she could fool. “Well, we’ll have to dress to go anywhere.”“I think I have enough, honey,” she said.“That depends on how long you’re staying. How long ARE you planning on staying?”“My return ticket is for two weeks.”“Uh, what do you think you’re going to do after you see the doctor? Will you have treatment?”“Oh, I don’t know. I’ve heard the stories. It’s a tough way to go. But the alternative is to just sit back and let the cancer kill me eventually. It would get worse and worse.But treatment makes things.