Go ahead. There is nothing personal in them. So its fine." Humm we will have to fix that?" Fix what?" she asks."Personal stuff? you should have stuff,...to remember things by?"I feel her anger rise again....shit! I goofed!"I burned it all...that person is dead!" Hummm calm down please? I can feel all that anger in you....and it doeshurt me a little. But I goofed and reminded you." You 'feel' anger?" Yep I am an...empath , sender and receiver. Then on top, I can healothers." So you heal? Can you. My pussy was dripping wet as I rubbed my fingers against my pussy lips.“Take your hand away from your pussy,” John yelled followed by smacking my butt hard with his hand. “I said pull your hand away,” John yelled again.I toyed with my hand at my pussy just to see what he would do. Boy I sure wished I had moved my hand when he told me to. I felt John’s full hand land squarely on my ass with force as the sound of a loud smack filled the room. My ass felt like someone had stuck a red-hot poker on. I was silently urging him to hurry up and leave while trying to not think of his mother's naked body.As Darren was leaving Mrs B said to me she'd make me some tea and toast (even though we had told her we had breakfast at the hostel before we left when she offered us breakfast earlier) and also take my temperature.I lay in bed reading a Tin Tin "book" shaking in anticipation of Mrs B's return with tea. I was laying on my side facing the lay reading when she returned with a breakfast tray still. She also had large breasts at size 40D. She was not really from France. She was from Quebec but living in Toronto. And she considered herself French and always thought it would have been great for Quebec to secede and become a part of France.KNOCK KNOCKIsabelle got up from her sofa and walked towards the apartment door. "I am coming," she was surprised who would be paying her a visit. All her relatives were in Quebec, trying to make it to Framnce before the world ends. All her friends left.