. all ... the ... waaaay!" I intoned, imitating ESPN's Chris Berman."Did any football players ever get cancer?" Nolan wanted to know."Oh, yeah!" I tol... him, wishing I could bring up a name and some details. "It happens to lots of guys -- athletes. All kinds of people. There've been guys just like Jon Lester in football, too ... Guys who had cancer, and were able to beat it!" That's pretty neat," Nolan said. " ... But I think I like baseball more." Hard to beat baseball," I agreed, secretly. “Me, too!” Kara agreed.“Later!” I chuckled. “I do need to call Melanie and ask her about this.”“That’s a scary thought,” Jessica said.“Tell me about it,” I sighed.We walked into the dojo and I was pleased to see Jolene was there. Well, at least until I saw her withering glare. She was obviously pissed, but I couldn’t do anything about it now. I took my place to her left and waited for Sensei Jim to come to the front of the dojo. He did so a minute later and looked at Jolene, then looked at me,. "I do say so and now I think I've got some reading to do." I leaned over and switched on my bedside lamp."Uh, David."I paused and looked over at Gretta sitting on the end of my bed. Gretta had pulled her T-shirt on, but it utterly failed to conceal her swollen pussy and only accentuated her stiff and distended nipples. Her inner thighs were wet and shiny and as I stared more fluid ran down one."Do you think I could borrow one or two of those magazines you're planning on reading?"I had slipped. About two o'clock in the morning there were lumping boots going upstairs. The lodger had gone to bed. We lighted the candle, I washed (there was still no towel), and no sooner had I washed than she laid hold of, and kissed my prick, stooping to do so,—and then we fucked again.We parted, she took my money. "I will keep this," she said, "it will help me." I said it was for her. She let me quietly out, begging me never to mention what had taken place between us to any gal in the street. "Though.