Why do you want to know the colour?Me: hmm..orange..good..are mujhe fascination hai bahut..If i be honest, I love to imagine you wearing them.Mom: Aga...n you have started, fir chalu tumhara voh sab faltu baat.Me: No seriously, I cannot control myself.Mom: Hmm..why so..what do you like in them..Me: I dint know..merely the fact that tumne vo pehna tha, just the fact that you had them on gives me a feeling that cant be explained.Mom: I am old, kyu karwate ho ye sab mujhse.Me: You are still the most. Yuck, how disgusting. Wouldn't we be better off if you didn't bring it up all the goddamn time in pretty much every sentence you use, oh, really, what about the whole playing with a pencil thing you got caught at church doing, and it would behoove you to get your mind out of the gutter and onto the really important things like what does god want from you, and no, he has no interest in your efforts to re-enact the propagation of the species you obviously managed to pull off twice without us. We ended our chat that night and I got to work on some tasks for her. I let her be for seven days, then I messaged her and asked how things were going. Funny, because she messaged back telling me how grumpy Bill has been not getting laid. All while she was having to change panties two times a day because of how fucking wet she had been working on her task for me. Rachel sent me a pic of her pussy and her panties and oh my goodness, she was truly dripping wet and so ready for some play and a. Although I believe that it is inoperable, I would like to send you to a neurosurgeon and an oncologist to make sure." How long?" I don't know." How long, doc?" Probably less then 3 months. Definitely less than a year." I will make the appointments just in case." Yea, just in case, besides the chemotherapy could save you." He wasn't that confident that I had a chance.My first appointment two days later was with the neurosurgeon. He told me that if I survived the operation I would likely be deaf.