At that point my prick tried to make a leap for freedom from my shorts and the other females in the group came to my table to see what the commotion w...s, and there was me with my prick poking out of the leg of my shorts and the five women gathered round me and insisted on walking me to my car and would not let me put my prick (which by now was standing at 45 degrees) back in my shorts but told me to leave it as it was until we got to their house. We got into their mini-bus and made our way to. Woh B.Com kar rahi thi Bhubaneshwar ke kisi college se and ye uska last year tha.Humne milne ka plan banaya. Agle din sham ko mile. Baat karte time pata chala usse drink karna pasand hai. But jab ghr pe uske papa mummy nahi rehte tabhi woh piti hai. Aur uska pichle mahine hi break up hogaya tha.Humari whatsapp pe baate chalu ho gayi. Raat raat bhar call pe baate karte aur hafte me 3-4 baar milte aur ghumne ya lunch karne jate.Ek din raat me baat karte time baat sex ki hui.Toh mujhe pata chala. As he watched, I slowly began to stroke myself. Having his eyes on me made me feel both exposed and excited. As he layed in his bed, I climbed on top of him and tried to straddle his big, hairy chest. He smiled happily at the sight of my hard dick just inches from his face and I smiled back. I felt his large manly hands on my ass and I leaned forward pushing my cock and balls against his face, he softly licked and kissed them. It felt amazing. He slid his hairy hands up my chest and his finger. The cancer had started so deep inside, that it was almost impossible to detect by touch. Only a routine mammogram had found it. A double mastectomy along with radiation and chemo treatments did little to stop the progress.When the prognosis came to us that it was only a matter of time, she decided to have treatments stopped so she could enjoy the rest of her time remaining not feeling the effects of the medical exercise in futility. We laughed, we loved, we cried, we ranted at God for allowing.