Finally came down to that time, so we just took them out and looked at them for a minute or so. I opened mine and it broke my heart as I read it.Dear ...Dad,If you are reading this then Sandra is safe with you, and if I know you she is doing great. I never stopped loving you, Dad, even though we never talked for all those years. The cancer that is killing me and mom is from a factory we worked at. Mom signed her settlement over to you, and I signed mine over to Sandra for her future. I know you. " Honey, it wasn't my heart he was aiming for. I practically had to wear a pad to keep his cum from dripping out of me."I think that partly they were wondering how I would take the conversation, but I think it shows the trust these women had in me that they would include me. I deliberately didn't identify who said what, because I was an active participant. It was at times like this I felt very much 'one of the girls'.I gradually became an advocate for women's lib. I found myself in the same. Her bday was coming up, i asked her what she wanted. her answer was for me to take her out to dinner, well thats gonna be difficult, we're 1400 miles apart. the more i thought about it, i said wtf, why not? i told her i'd be there sometime on friday, when i got close i'd call. she figured i'd never show, or come up with some lameassed excuse. thursday after work i fueled up my truck and hit the road, i called her the next afternoon, told her i'd be there in about an hour, she sounded. What was going on with her, she wondered. She also had the strangest taste in her mouth. It tasted both like peppermint and like something she had not tasted in a very long time. She blushed thinking she had never liked the taste of her husband’s cum and hated it when he wanted her to suck him. Why should she be tasting this? And why did it taste so good? She was really beginning to wonder about her own mental state. So at this point she decided it was definitely time for bed.“Good.