I lookedlike a prostitute sure enough. More precisely, Ilooked like a pretty damned scary prostitute. Theclothes hugged my slender build and the hee...s made mylegs and ass look . . . well . . . sexier than I feltcomfortable with. But, the jaw, the muscular shoulderand arms, and the fact that I was six four in heelsmade me look as much like some sort of androgynousAmazon as a whore."You're a good looking whore." Pam hugged me frombehind. Her hand were busy sliding up my stockingclad legs and. It was a Western about a woman who's forced to become a saloon prostitute when the rest of the wagon train abandons her. Critics seemed to agree that Britney's genuine acting skills helped immensely.But the most intriguing of all was the ad campaign from none other than Aphrodyne Industries. They were much more subdued than the "TOTALLY EXTREME!" announcer for the SEXPO proper, just a couple different posters with lingerie models posing with big smiles. At the bottom of the posters was the. ....Oh! Amy's juices joined with the pre-cum of Max's cock, and his member began to slide easier. "Ohhh!.......Oooohhh!" Amy breathed a long moan, as the hurting feeling began to change. Because her pussy was already so well lubricated and in such a sexual fever pitch due to Max's tongue, it was starting to feel a little good. No, more than a little good. "Ooohh! Oh yeah. Oh yeah. Ooohhhhh! Oooohhhh!" she began to think, then began to breath, then began to moan. Amy's pussy started pushing up. But then the bruises came. Only small ones along my spine at first, but as the weeks went on they got bigger and bigger and doubling in number. When I finally agreed to go and see a doctor, my worst nightmare was confirmed. Leukemia. Aggressive, advanced and nearly incurable. I wanted to kill them for butting in the nearly. For letting us hope. John stayed by my side through all of it. He never failed to be there for my therapy, and was always on the phone to people, who were talking about all.