Jimmy disappeared briefly, returning with a notebook and a pencil, handing it to my father. I knew what was coming. Jimmy sat wordlessly as he watched...my father create something with pencil and paper. I saw him look up at my dad once in a while, but not so long that he wouldn't return immediately to whatever he was drawing for the boy. When he was satisfied, he handed the notebook to Jimmy.The youngster smiled and raced to his mother. "Look Mom, look!" he exclaimed. "It's you, Mom, it's you.". So she insisted provide internet facility to her new system. I agreed and she started talking about personal stuffs, then I got a call from my home that my brother is vomiting blood. He is a cancer patient then I consoled my mother and due to her crying. I got tears out of my eyes then she observed the same and asked what happened? I explained the problem to her and then she said she will help me if I help her. I said if possible from me I will help. She asked me to accompany her while. My innocent servant Pushpakka shouted playfully and started to put water on me. I lifted her in a swift move and she struggled like a child. I placed her on the couch and she was still playfully struggling. I got a towel and started to wipe her.Pushpakka: Thambi, what are you doing?Me: Remember when you used to wipe me and I used to run around the house? This is my time.She relaxed herself and gave me a smile and patted on my cheeks. I started to dry her hair and then her shoulders. I decided. Her largish breasts, hanging down a bit, said good morning to him. Anthony raised his eyes to hers."You doing OK?" Yeah ... thanks." With a grunt, she pushed herself to her feet. In the daylight, with thoughts of seduction long gone, he still admired her grace of movement. Hannah hesitated for a moment, perhaps seeing him for the first time as well, then walked over to Anthony and put her hands on his bony hips. Her breasts lightly pressed against him."Thank you, Anthony ... for, well, being.