"We have heard of horses, but don't know what they are like. They are supposed to have four feet. How do they do that?" I pictured a horse in my mind ...o they could see it in theirs."A curious looking creature," they both replied."Would you like to leave here?" I asked them again, and saw a frown cross their faces."When we looked out the window, it was so large out there. We aren't sure that we can get used to all of that space. Our room here seemed large before when we were blind, but seems. The damage to your wife was too great. I'm sorry, Sir, but she didn't make it." OH NO!" Dionne wailed immediately, standing and clutching at me. "NO! NO! She can't be dead. She's our Mom. She can't be dead!"I wrapped my arm around her and looked over at Mike. He was sobbing uncontrollably, sitting in the chair, his head bowed to his lap, as the doctor delivered the news. I was lost. I had no idea what to do or say. Helen Maria Naismith Saunders was dead. She had left us ... all of us. I just. " I have no religious objections, so damn right I do," I said."Good, we kind of thought with that beautiful blond hair you weren't Muslim or anything. Of course Jeremy does love pork," she informed me.On the way out to the deck we stopped by the kitchen where she gave me a bottle of Michelob Amber Bock beer. "Thanks Alice I do love bock beer," I said."Good it's the only kind of beer Jeremy drinks. He insists we have beer with all our cookout food," she also informed me."So how long have you and. Her tits jiggled as more slaps rained on her reddening flesh. ?Yeah. You should be. You're lucky that I'm so nice to stay with a small titted slut like you.? More slaps made the two bags of fat sway into each other wildly. Of course everything Derek said was a lie. A EE cup would be classified a quite a large set of breasts. However, Derek had a... Particular sense of humor. After a few more slaps to her battered breasts he released his grip on her hair and leaned back to enjoy his handy.