. if you started treatment today, what would my chances be?" Well..." we could both see he didn't much like the question, "it's quite a rare condition..., so the figures... " Janet just looked at him steadily, "I'd say you would have about a fifty percent chance of surviving to five years, at which time we would consider you cured." Fifty percent. No, doctor, I'm going to keep my baby. Even if I were prepared to kill it, I wouldn't on a fifty percent chance of surviving myself."Erica was born in. A soft ‘Oohhoooo’ escapes her lips. She pushes my/her right hand fingers onto her vagina and slowly pushes them front to back and side to side. As she does this she moves my left hand up to her right breast and rubs it roughly over the nipple. She slides it to her left breast and does the same thing. Back and forth she moves the left hand. And in and out and around she moves the right hand. She is panting hard now and is very wet. After a few more minutes of this she’s moaning louder. Then her. But I love that hotel you call a house. And once you get up that so-called driveway that has been cut out of the side of that vertical cliff, the property is absolutely breathtaking." It didn't take us long to fall in love with the place. And the cliff isn't quite vertical," he teased.Jeff reached over and took a small portable radio out of a holder on the dash. "We mail-ordered these things a few days ago, and while we have played with them a little around the house, we haven't tried them in. Through the nylon of my stockings, I could feel his touch like it was on my skin, and it only made me want whatever was going to happen all the more. He lifted the hem of my skirt and stood in front of me. Donovan leaned up against me, pushing me into the stacks for support, and pressed his lips to mine. It was electric. His tongue passed between my lips to meet mine. I could feel his hands running up and down my back, now fingering the stray hairs at the nape, and now lightly caressing my.