.. we only discovered she had cancer six months before she was gone. Hardly enough time to even get her to any kind of treatment, much less have it do...any good. I tried to shield Julia from what her mother was going through as much as I could - an eight-year-old little girl shouldn't have to know how badly life can suck. But Julia was a smart kid, and I'm not sure even today how successful I was at it.After Becky passed, I did the best I could to make up for the loss, trying to be both mother. ” I put my hands on her waist and thrust harder, panting and feeling my blood rush. She kept working against me, knowing just the right pace. I let out a pant, and then a little groan. “Come on, Barry baby, cum!,” April cried in an excited voice. There was no holding back after that. I felt a weak little throb in my cock and I let out a groan, knowing that little bit was all the load I was going to produce. I stopped moving, panting and placing my hands on her sweaty ass. We both panted. I asked for key she gave it to e with a smile and asked to me to have lunch as my mom went outside and there is nothing to eat in home… I said i will prepare my self as i need some spicy dish… And left the house with a smile….I came home changed into shorts and briefs and went to cook… As i was cooking the door bell rang… I went to see who it was… It was my darling ramya… I asked what do you want.. She said i need to taste the food which you prepare… And your mom will be always tell that you. The few blocks to his apartment seemed an uncrossable gulf when he looked back. He'd been in some other country, a strange land ruled by an old man in a dirty bathrobe.He put the purple-red-and-yellow pen on his little kitchenette table then sat and stared at it a while.A new start. "If I want it," he said out loud. Enough to give up everything.He went to the bedroom and found the yellow t-shirt, and the gray sweat pants. He took off his clothes, even his underwear and put on the shirt, too.