She’s going to have surgery on Thursday and start chemotherapy right away. They won’t know for sure until they do the surgery, but I didn’t have... a good feeling about it.”“Can I talk to her?” I asked.“She’s fairly hysterical right now. Emily’s here, along with a couple of Stephie’s friends, trying to comfort her.”“I can take a couple of days off work and come down,” I offered.“No, Steve,” he said firmly, but also friendly. “Stephie is my girl. I need to be the one to support her.”I sighed. He. I was having the sexual time of my life! We managed to get together once or twice per month, depending on circumstances, and in between times used the internet to stay in touch and keep the spark ignited. We were friends on a popular online social network, and soon began sending each other sexy messages, then photos, even videos. It was like foreplay to us, and served to heighten our mutual desire until our next rendezvous. These messages could be very distracting, especially if I opened them. You are squeezing your tits and telling me to fuck you. One more slide and I push the head of my cock inside you. I can feel your heat as let out a gasp. As I slowly plunge my shaft deeper in you I can feel your pussy tighten around my cock. Each time I slide my cock inside you I feel your clit rub against me. Slowly I continue to push deeper and deeper inside you. I lean down and wrap my arms around you shoulders. Our chests are pushing against one another. You feel my rough chest. It was magnificent. I loved it. I savored that amazing asshole squeezing about my dick. I shuddered, my cock throbbing and aching. I pumped into her hard and fast. I rammed to the hilt in her with such passion.“Oh, yes, yes, this is amazing,” I groaned, savoring that tight, hot ass around my dick. I thought Annabelle's pussy had been remarkable, but this velvety anal sheath squeezing about my dick was even better.“Fuck my ass hard, Mr. Finch!” gasped Juliet. “I'm a slut. I can take it!”“I can.