She was petite, a half-head shorter than me and couldn’t weigh over a hundred pounds. Her hair was dark and sort; a ‘pixie’ cut, I think they ca...l it. She turned and I noted that she had a nice face and nice, smallish breasts. On the zero to ten scale she was at least a nine on my score card.A score card, I knew that’s as far as things would go. I still ACTUALLY scored with my wife occasionally, but beyond that only fantasized about practically every other woman I saw that attracted me. Many. Dax: Wait, stop. We are supposed to clank our glasses as a cheer to your first drink. (I raised my glass and touched hers).Raiza: Oohh okay, I have only seen this in the movies. (She took a small sip and made a face that she didn’t like the taste of it).I told her that was fine and to slowly drink it sip by sip. Now, guys, you have to understand that for a first-time drinker, drinking can be pretty overwhelming, and we started talking.I could feel that my sexy co-passenger was getting high. "He's not going to make it," she said. "I knew it -- I could see it for myself these last few days -- but yesterday, the doctor told me himself. They've done all they can do. He can't take any more of these radical injections, and there's nothing left for them to try. Both of them told me -- Nolan's own doctor and the specialist here who's running the program." Maybe he'll fool them," I said. "Sometimes they're wrong. Sometimes there's a remission." No. They're not wrong. I know it. Nolan knows. I unbuttoned the top of her trousers and pulled them down past her knees and pushed her back onto her bed. I knelt down and pulled her trousers off and stared at her big fat cunt bulging the front of her huge black granny pants. i could smell her juices as well as see the sheen on her inner thighs. I slipped my fingers into the leg of her knickers, groping and probing through her bush until i found her now sopping wet slit. I gently probed with my my middle finger allowing it to slip gently.