How can I have cancer?" asked John. "Cancer doesn't play fair John, but you do have stage 4 pancreatic cancer" Dr. Richards pulled x-rays out of a sle...ve to point the hotspots out to John. His words fell into an empty pit that John was already at the bottom of. John's thoughts were of Lita, his wife of seven years. She was in the Wintered Under program in Antarctica. It would be four months before there was even a chance for her to return home. "How long do I have?" he asked. "You should get. “Yesss… I want to be his slut… to fuck his little girl’s cunt and treat me like a whore…” Cathy decided that her brother was so engrossed in what she was saying that she started to wriggle her middle finger of her left hand and try and work it into her brother’s hole… she increased the speed of her right hand to try and distract what her left was doing. Ross suddenly became aware where his sister’s finger was… realizing that it was not that unpleasant… in fact… he raised his ass off the bed. By fifth period Ana was in full study mode, organizing her notes and finishing homework with pinpoint precision. Homework was for school. Studying was for home. This system worked with perfect results for Ana, but it required intense worth ethic each day in school. AP classes weren’t called ‘Advanced Placement’ for nothing. By the time seventh period rolled around, Ana’s hair had wilted in a glossy brown puddle of frizz and her cheeks were flushed from stress. Ana had washed the handkerchief. He gently sprinkled cold water droplets. The girl responded with another quiver. Joey was convinced that the swollen region was injured and gently felt it to remove any dirt that might be there. The girl in her unconsciousness moaned and moved a little. Joey started to caress up the soar organ with gentle pressure. As it was too close to the opening, he did not risk applying the lotion. His gentle massaging was having pleasing effects on the girl and she even moaned a couple of times. Finally.