He looked down at mine and brought his very black hand out to touch them. My free hand went to his and squeezed them letting him know it was okay. The...n it drifted down to his crotch and I felt for his cock. He was already hard and I followed it down his pants to just below the pocket until I reached the head. Nice."You evea bin wid a black mon befo'?" he asked. I nodded. "I nevea bin wid a white gurl before." I smiled."I'll be gentle," I said taking his hand and guiding him to the bed. It was. Jones told me that I have Breast Cancer.”My ears refused to hear the words, this had to be some kind of joke, or a horrible mistake. One look at my wife, bravely trying to keep back the tears and I knew — it was not a joke. My mind kicked into overdrive. We would fight this, beat it. We just needed a plan.“My god honey, you must be so scared, but don’t worry we will get through this together. Has she talked to you about options? Chemotherapy? Lumpectomy, or Mastectomy. Beth ... some women who. “Violet, did you ever tell her about Brant raping you? I would think if you had, she would have had doubts about him.”She looked pensive as she replied, “No, I did not. I felt so ashamed and dirty that I had not saved myself for you. However, I doubt she would believe it, if what you said about her infatuation was true.”“I think that you need to talk to her, love. Explain what Brant did, and how you felt about it. How you felt about me, and about how you feel about her. I would hate for all. Daddy grabbed my hand and pulled it up to his hard penis. “Lick it baby, go ahead and lick Daddy’s dick." I leaned forward and my tongue lapped the tip of my Daddy’s cock. It tasted so good, so salty, I greedily slurped the head into my little mouth. “Oh yeah look at you” my Daddy mocked me with his voice, “there you go baby, suck on Daddy’s cock like a good little girl.” I sucked on the head of my Daddy’s big purple cock like a lollipop. As I continued working my tongue around my Daddy’s cock.