I thought about our fight through her drinking, her recovery, her adultery, and her cancer. These and so many things flashed through my mind. I was al...ost overwhelmed.Cancer.The word is relatively simple. Two syllables. Easy definition. The disease caused by an uncontrolled division of abnormal cells in a part of the body.The feelings that word can invoke, however, are anything but simple.I stood there holding my sobbing wife. Even when she was being a bitch April had a certain attitude about. After tonight it will be look but don’t touch or taste. What about your hair, library girl?” “I’ll not cut it without your permission, Sir. This will be our last time together. Nevertheless, I’ll always be your library girl.”“Fine, then I’ll ask you one more question and you will answer truthfully. You wrote that Bobby saved himself for marriage until he found the right girl. Is he really a virgin and is he aware you are not?” “Yes, Sir, he really is a virgin and I can make him blush. He knows. It was around about that time I realized Mom wasn’t your average Connecticut Mom. And that was saying something because there was no shortage of hot Moms in Greenwich. We lived in a neighborhood of Tudor-style houses and sprawling mansions owned by hedge fund managers, property developers and Connecticut bluebloods. Many touted their own trophy wife. But Mom was different. Aside from being beautiful, she had a rebel flair and an innate sensuality about her. She was famous around town for. And she came, hard, fast and in waves. She coughed and gasped and fell to her knees. Never before this week had cumming been so intense. When she could finally lift herself, Amy finished her wine and closed the blinds for the night.Now, less than a week later, she was at Renee's again – alone with Kevin. The memories of watching Renee and Ray got her pulse racing. Amy walked across the grass, tickling between her toes. She put the glass on the small café table in the gazebo and sat, curling her.