When Evelyn returned from the kitchen, we zipped it up like a couple of grade schoolers with the teacher coming back into the classroom. She asked if ...e were ready to order, and grabbed her pad and pen. As Dirk was eyeing up the menu, Evelyn asked if he wanted to hear the special.The cocky young stud said “Sure why not?” as if we were really going to order something.Our sassy waitress surprised him with her response, which she rattled off like a special of the day. “My pussy is very hairy. My. Too fucking bad. Maybe in 75 years the information will all come out ... but I have my doubts. Things this hot have a tendency to self combust.The flags we kept. Who is going to display a 25 foot long 34 star battle flag from a Civil War Steam frigate? Or a 25 foot by 25 foot Confederate flag taken from an ironclad sunk in the Mississippi? Or, for that matter, a 40x60 foot battle flag found in a scholastic supply house in Lansing. Or an enormous Rising Sun from WW2.Nobody ... not this close to. Bonnie moaned softly in reaction to the contact and thrust her hips up toward my exploring hand. The fabric covering her pussy was damp, just as she said it was, and she was having as hard a time breathing as I was. It was clearly evident she really WAS sexually aroused and that she wanted to do what we were doing just as much as I did.I knew the dampness I felt was coming from Bonnie's pussy and that all that separated my fingers from that most intimate part of her body was the thin barrier of. "I stood there like a dummy, fathoming what I'd just heard."So what's going to happen?", I asked."Well, I guess there's no easy way to say it, so I'll just be blunt. The tumor is growing rapidly and will continue to grow until there's no more room in her skull. The increased brain pressure will probably be excruciatingly painful. At that point she'll probably lose consciousness, never to regain it. We could drill holes in her skull to relieve the pressure, and even cut out a panel to let her.