I am obedient." I responded, trying to stifle my excitement. "Very good, pet." Mrs. Jones said, "Masturbate for me, pet."I looked at Mrs. Jones, and s...lowly slid two fingers of my right hand into my moist pussy. As I fingered myself, I watched as Mrs. Jones licked her lips, her hands slowly lifting to her perfectly round breasts, her fingers gently tracing around her wonderfully hard nipples. Watching Mrs. Jones tease herself made me finger myself harder and faster, my pussy becoming wetter by. Jo did not pretend to know either, but she knew what the statistics were. Of the thirty-seven thousand or so people diagnosed with pancreatic cancer every year, less than five percent were still alive five years later. And even among that small percentage that made it to the five year mark, complete remission of the disease was so rare it was almost unheard of. Barring an out and out miracle, Ken would not see his forty-fifth birthday. And the odds were he wouldn't even see his forty-second.It. Katie Jumped up in Chucks arms and her legs wrapped around his hips, he tried to enter her slowly but he was to big, so he Pulled what little he had gotten In. Katie handed him her lube and she helped get him Ready again. Katie and Chuck fucked for five hours straight no questions just fucking pent up need and frustration. Katie has always said That Chuck was the only man that completely satisfied her. He knew she was his woman from the time he first saw her. It was one of those cliches, love. Every night after I went to sleep, (or pretended to) I heard her masturbate quietly, as she tried to shield my feelings. Her desire for a well hung black man was discernible. I knew something needed to be done. The next day, we all had a hiking trip planned but I decided to stay because I wasn’t feeling that well (or so I said). I went to every tourist hot-spot I could think of until I found two black men who were perfect for my girlfriend. Jacob was tall and athletic while George was a bit.