Losing him was a horrible experience for me, but it was much worse for my mother Sarah -- she was utterly devastated. Even after a year and a half, sh... was unable to overcome the grief and put her life back together. My name is Julia, and I am her only child.Watching my mother suffer was breaking my heart. Before Dad's accident, she was a sexy, vivacious woman of thirty-five with long red hair, a delicate and beautiful face with adorable dimples when she smiled. She was a dance instructor,. Kimana, the apothecary, talked while Sumala put the cream (which Kimana called a balm) on my face and neck and then, proceeding to fully expose my breasts, massaged it openly into them. All the while we talked about what the apothecary did and, with Sumala's help, gained a considerable amount of information, far more than I would have on my own. I asked if he would mind if we interviewed him properly later and he agreed. I made a mental note to take Sumala with me on all such excursions. He was. She moved to take her place upon the machine removing her heels and lying on her back. Two Santas quickly began to shackle in her arms and legs.As one of the many Santas began to crank a wheel, her legs were quickly and wantonly spread revealing the black lace panties that were lewdly sticking to her. She felt her cheeks begin to glow several shades of red. She heard the Santa filled audience begin to whisper approvingly.With a silent gesture from the head priest, one of the Santas moved. Today was the first day of the nursery renovation and she needed to be chez Thompson, and on top form, in less than an hour. When she arrived, the painters were already there, and the room was prepped and ready to be made-over. Gemma smiled feebly and pushed the sunglasses to the top of her head. She rolled up her sleeves and told everyone the plan for the day. Ryan was still in a foul mood, having convinced himself Gemma was knee deep in some passionate, whirlwind love affair. He went into the.