Then one couple came over, he was a pretty big dude in lion suit and she was a cute Dorothy in a gingham skirt. He had a wicked grin and she carried a... attitude that you could feel from a mile away. They eyed us up and down as they introduced themselves. It was Samantha that said it first, “So I get you’re the pimp,” motioning to my wife, “but what are you?” I said “I’m the prostitute.”To which she reached down and grabbed my half erect cock, “Nah, I think you’re the bitch.” My wife just smiled. We thought we'd managed to keep the truth of her condition from Anji, who continued to study hard. The doctors were very kind, and there were palliative treatments that minimised the discomfort, but there was little they could do except help her to be more comfortable.All three universities offered Anji a place, subject to grades, of course. She finished her exams in May and I told her the truth about her mother's condition. She hugged me and we held each other for what seemed like a long. She asked me to make myself comfortable and freshen up. She said there will be fresh clothes in the washroom itself. In the meanwhile, she was just warming some food in the microwave.The apartment had 4 big rooms and I was confused about which one to go. Thus, I randomly went into a room that had the attached washroom. The washroom had a mini wardrobe with towels and clothes. While changing I found some fresh lingerie, I quickly touched and smelled it imagining her.I was getting all different. . no, not shy, embarrassed. "Melanie #2 came back," she whispered, "I didn't know she still existed. Oh Eric, I was so afraid..."I reached over and hugged her. We rocked together for a while, not saying anything."Melanie #2 Eric... It wasn't just in high school. I was doing it all my childhood, as far back as I can remember... and I never told you... I never trusted you... Oh Eric! I'm so ashamed!"I kissed her. "Melanie, true Melanie, there is no shame. Trust me now?"She nodded. "Okay." But.