. horrible news. I ... some weeks ago ... I went through a routine health check ... and ... lung cancer!” Mom broke down into tears.“Mom ... can�...t they do chemo, operate, give you radiation?” I pulled Mom close and she cried on my shoulder now, even as I knew better.“No, baby ... it’s far too late. Stage IV. I’m dying. I have ... maybe, with chemo, which would just make my end longer and less enjoyable ... three months, four tops. And that’s if I quit smoking now, but at this stage, what would. "We have 27 families right now, which would make the cost at just over seven dollars per family," he said. "Everyone I've talked to says they can come up with that much."We agreed we could too. "It's March 19th now. Would you folks be ready if we left on the 22nd?"Pap told him we were ready today and he said some of the other families needed to pick up some stuff before they'd be ready. He seemed to know what he was doing and he knew the route. I was sure we were going to be satisfied with him. I didn't move, and neither did she... there was silence. "That's for you," I stammered, meaning the tea. She didn't move her head, but looked up at me with a glint in her eyes, "All of it?"I was looking down at her, my cock now quivering inside my shorts as reached up one perfectly manicured hand and started to stroke me through the material. I let out a long gasp, that felt so good. I could hear her breathing coming in short bursts, her breasts rising and falling beneath her tight white top.. "She chuckled, "A pussy’s a little kitten, which mine is sometimes when I'm playing with her, but when it’s a starving tiger it’s a cunt, you know, and mine was definitely a cunt right then." And now?"She said impatiently, "Yes, of course." She chuckled and continued, "Connie had stretched out with her legs spread and her feet together so she was completely open to me, squishing under her fingers, and she raised up on her right elbow to watch me while her left hand rubbed away. Well, that night.