. you know, breast exam and I think I felt a lump. Oh God Richard I think I may have breast cancer. You know that my mother had both breast and cervic...al cancer and ... oh honey, I'm scared to death."He put his hand on her shoulder. "Come on mom, let's talk about this."She followed him down the hallway and into an exam room."Look mom I'm going down to my office and grab my stethoscope and I'll be right back. Why don't you slip out of your clothes and put on a gown and I'll give you a thorough. He was shirtless and I could see his turquoise Speedo along the top of his tiny gym shorts. He asked me to help him get any hair on the back of his body. I dropped my books and went to work, but suddenly, he stood up, dropped his shorts so that there wouldn’t be any hair on it. He bent over the sink in that tiny Speedo as I clipped what little hair he had. When I got to his legs I bent over and went to his ankles, then he turned around, and presented the front. I carefully worked up his. Warm and cozy, a snow cocoon surrounded me in my new tunnel. Do butterflies dream when they sleep?"Dennis! Dennis! Move. I got it," Alice's hands shook my body as she pulled me back toward her."Whatcha doing? This is no time to cut firewood." I rested against the warm snow as Alice crawled past me with a saw in her hands and took my place where I had been digging."Son of a bitch! Grunt. God damn it! Ugg!" Clumps of snow mixed with twigs, branches and sticks flew out from behind her."Whatcha. Fuck me with your sweet, little fingers, Stacy." Every time Cara speaks, Stacy is pushed closer to the edge. She can't stand this much longer. I'm going to cum. But I don't want to! This feels too good! "You're a naughty, little girl aren't you? You fantasize about putting your tongue in this cunt of mine don't you? You bad girl." Stacy tries to relax herself, hoping to make this last a little longer. She stops moving her fingers against Cara's soaking labia, it's turning her on too much. Cara.