My Periamma daughter (widow)name is Suseela (name changed )working as a home nurse in Kuwait.So my Periamma and her granddaughters only at home. One f...ne morning we heard about the death of my Periamma.At that time her widow daughter was on vacation and stayed at home.So every rituals done for the funeral.I was presnt in that rituals.As a man and close relative to that family I have to do all things in that house.After the 5th day functions over all relatives started to leave there one by. After 5 years of marriage no symptoms of her Pregnancy. When I consulted with my sister, she told me that , her husband has no enough sperm count to give a baby. They are planning to get sperm-donation from Semen Bank. They are waiting for a good person’s sperm. I told her that why they look for new persons semen, they can have my husband’s sperm. His husband also agreed to this idea. He told us to go to Hospital to proceed this treatment. Doctor did all her best, but for our bad luck, no. Anyway he walked in and stood under the shower-head and let the water cover him, he was woken from his day dream by two soft hands massaging his shoulders, "Hello David!" a soft english womens voice said from behind. David knew that voice, he tried to turn round but the shoulder massage was far to intense and he was left paralysed with pleasure.Before turning round he replied "Hello Rebecca" and his hands followed down the belly of Rebecca to feel a well trimmed tuft of pubic hair, his middle. " looking down Rochelle looked at her tiny feet and the prison-issued shoes that swallowed them."Anyway I can get smaller shoes these fuckers are way to big!" I'll check on that but stay on the subject." It's just they fuck up my feet, you know?" Rochelle, stay on track." I don't like talking about this crap!" She shoved her feet down and still they weren't quite touching the floor."Rochelle, I know you don't like to speak about it. But you have to it is court mandated. Trust me it will do you.