His head was between her legs, licking her pussy, and her eyes were closed, enjoying the scene. You said I should touch her and I wanted to, but I dec...ded not to because you did not feel comfortable sharing. So I just stayed with you as we watched for a while. Then we continued, watching and listening as men and women gave pleasure to each other. In a small alcove there was one woman on her hands and knees while her partner fucked her from behind and we could hear her when she said “Fuck me,. If you've read this far, I bet you're thinking that this story sounds like sour grapes from a jilted suitor or a disappointed boyfriend. If that's what you're thinking, you'd be very wrong. In the first place, I never chased after her, and in the second place there was no disappointing of boyfriends when Rachel was the girlfriend.I was born at Lawrence Memorial Hospital in New London, Connecticut, and named James Francis Murphy on July 22, 1944, but everybody always called me Jimbo. There were. My pussy drank in the buzzing sensation. I gasped, my cunt clenching. This wicked heat swept through my body. I gasped and shuddered.She shouldn't be doing this.“Mmm, just relax, pretty lady,” Juana said as she massaged my nipple. Her tongue flicked across her lips, wetting them. They were pink and glossy. Her cheeks were dark and flushed. I shuddered as her brown eyes reflected dancing candlelight. “Just enjoy.”I should be telling her to stop, but it felt so good. My body was so relaxed. I. I could still do it. But what if it was too late like he said. He said it wasn't working. Was my ego so big that I was willing to put his life on the line to prove I could do this? The doctor gave him three to six weeks. Could I turn things around that quickly? Let's say I got rid of all the cancer in a couple of weeks. What shape would he be in by then? All skin and bones, hardly able to move? And what if I missed some little point this time and gave the cancer another way to survive. Up till.