The same grey-haired man addressed me again, “Well, Mr. Fred Martin, we have the results in and I have to let you know that we have come to the same conclusions as your other doctors. This condition is terminal, and they have the timing very accurately figured, also.” He paused with this ‘death sentence’ confirmed and then continued, “But, there just might be an escape from this unfortunate and eminent demise. We have a process very much like the one that you have written about and you seem to be a very good candidate for it. It will take about three months to locate a viable candidate and get the permissions to continue with this, if you agree to it. We do have other prospects like you, but you are the top of the list at oral this time, so don’t delay too long to accept this life extending procedure, if you are interested. We will now have you returned to your home and we suggest that if you are interested that you busy yourself immediately to clean up any loose ends in your life and get back to us when you are ready to give us your unqualified agreement to the procedure.” “I should also warn you, success is not guaranteed. You might just pass away and leave us nothing to do to undo that, but so far in our evaluations, we have been very successful with prospects that we have highly rated and you are one of them.” I sat there for about fifteen minutes, while they were getting very uncomfortable, thinking over this offer and its prospects, but came to the decision, amateur what the heck, girlfriend I am going to die straight in about a year anyway. And three months was very satisfactory to finishing up my stories and other end of life arrangements, so I asked them for the permission slip and signed it right on Hardcore the spot. They nodded back in satisfaction in this result and then back on came the hood and my return home was arranged and carried out. When I walked into my condo after relieving my mailbox of the usual flood of advertisements, I heard the cell phone ringing in the office and so hurried to answer it. “Hey, I thought that you were going to get back to me for a date yesterday!” “Sorry, I was called out of town and have just arrived back. I can see you this evening if you like, just make it in a couple of hours as I get things arranged here.” “Will do, see you about seven this evening.” “Fine,” with me knowing that she will arrive at about ten instead, but that is okay, since unless she has other plans, she will spend the night with me and she is a world class snuggler even after the sex part of the evening is taken care of. Excuse me please? "Hi, I'm Laura and I'm a slut," she said amateur to them, leaning over to let her swollen breasts hang down. "Fucking hell, Katie." "But, focus on the task. She heard the answering howls in the forest and she could see her pack running towards them around the different sides of the lake. “Nothing,” he lied. He bore an expression she’d never seen on him before. A hot tide rose through my cunt. "You straight have some weird tastes," Melissa said. “Well, I figure you couldn't be worse than the last idiot,” he said, hooking girlfriend his thumbs through his belt loops. So I waited with her. Fair points. I had a well-established morning routine. “I wasn't expecting you. “You . . . "Same story every man gives." I squeezed her tit, kneading it, causing the stream splash with more force into my mouth. I groaned oral and arched my back. A tremor seized her and her hips bucked. We had to walk a little to actually get to the spot, but once we got there, Hardcore it was really nice!