He slams it hard, and I can tell it didn’t go well. I sigh to myself, because I knew this all along. It was so silly to let myself hope. To let us b...th hope. ‘I’m in the bedroom,’ I call out, my voice shaking a little, but not to much. He walks in and he looks at me, sitting on the bed, waiting for the news which I already know. There is no cure. I’m going to die in 4 months. I remember a time when we used to be happy, me and John. It was effortless, like breathing. He just had to be in the. Andrea's breathing soon turned to pants as his fingers danced over her folds. The digits seemed to know how to touch her, just as well as her own. He found her every sensitive spot with just the right pressure, quickly building a hot tingle behind her mound.Andrea reached over to feel his cock through his jeans, and licked her lips as she got a sense of him through the denim. From the very first touch, she knew he was big, and that only heightened the excitement of his talented fingers making. Fabulous legs, but possibly not much else his pessimistic nature thought rounding the final corner to her southern suburban house.As he rang the doorbell he wondered what turn of events tonight might bring. His thoughts were interrupted by her appearance and wide enthusiastic smile of greeting.Little did he realise that she had been thinking similar thoughts to him. She liked well hung men and had tried to imagine what his equipment might be like. She had even gone to the trouble of. “Do you really want this to happen over and over again?” he asked“OH YES! I want to be your lover! Please daddy, make me yours!” I groanedDaddy pushed his cock back into me and I moaned with satisfaction. We kissed and softly moaned into each other’s mouths. Daddy pulled back and started to pump me harder. I knew he was getting ready to cum and I wanted nothing more than to every drop into my pussy.“That’s it daddy fuck me! Give me that cum! Fill my pussy up!” I said“I shouldn’t cum in you! I.