She found she constantly wanted him and the time in between was getting more and more arduous for her to bear. Her Dad was getting less and less impat...ient with her as she spent less and less time at home as well. One dinner during the week and seeing her at church on Sunday morning and breakfast thereafter was the extent of her connection with her family. She insisted that she saw Joe even less at times, but her Dad wasn't buying it. It was hard to say if he was over protective of his daughter,. You know that. I couldn't let her husband know, her kids know, and leave her dying in bed and needing them while they worked through knowing that she was a whore and had betrayed them.She wasn't a whore. I'm only saying that because it's what they'd have thought. She was just a sweet woman dying. Through most of her life she hadn't even been particularly sexual, though I hardly believed it when she told me. She said some things just seemed different to her with the clock winding down.So I. “The only people who came to see me yesterday were Patty and Dan and neither of them stayed very long.”“Really?” he said, shocked. “I assumed that you’d have had your mother and Lilly and the rest of the girls here full time.”“I haven’t seen Tabby, Lilly or Collie in nearly three days and Lana or Beck in nearly two. Mom didn’t stop by at all yesterday.” I couldn’t keep all the anger about that out of my voice.He winced, whether out of sympathy for me or what he expected it would be like when I. She finally admitted that she was turned on, the more she thought about it. Then she asked me if I was mad about all of it, and did I really believe he was playing with his cock while thinking about seeing her tits? I put her hand on my cock again and this time I asked her if it felt to her like I was mad about it. I reassured her that I was positive he was doing just that. In response, I told her to get her pajamas off and get on her knees. As soon as she was in that position, I slid my cock.