I am a woman in my early 20s, and I work as a home health care worker, mostly nursing elderly people. Last year I had a patient named Ned, who was quite advanced in years and lived alone. Shortly before he died, he confided to me one day that his final wish was to fondle a nice pair of firm young breasts once more before it was too late. He had tears in his eyes as he told me this. Well, of course I knew he was hoping that I would volunteer to gratify this desire, and even though I had recently gotten engaged, I figured why not? As he sat and watched, I quickly pulled up my T-shirt and then took off my bra, revealing my 34C tits to him. His eyes nearly exploded out of his head, and he just sat there staring at me for nearly a minute.
Finally, feeling sorry for him—and also because he was getting a little secret thrill from exhibiting myself to him—I moved closer and told him he could feel them if he wanted to. With trembling hands, he slowly reached up and felt them tentatively. After a moment he seemed to gain more confidence, and he began passionately squeezing them, and then sucking my sensitive nipples. I love having my nipples sucked, and I actually got somewhat turned on. What I had intended to be just a quick grope lasted for nearly 15 minutes, and eventually had me lying flat on the sofa with my skirt pushed up to my waist and the crotch of my panties pulled to one side so he could lick and finger my pussy also. He couldn’t get a hard-on, however, so he couldn’t have gotten any further, even if I had wanted him to. At that point I wasn’t sure whether I did or not.