Love you and miss youAmelia and JuliaThe next day I received another E-mail. This one from Julia, It read:Drew, please do not tell Amelia that I wrote...you. Drew what I have to say is not good news. It seems that Amelia is sick. Doctors have given her maybe 2 years to live. She has a cancer. She had surgery and therapy after. All looked good. But this past winter it came back. Slowly, it is taking over her body. Your visit might be the last time you see her. Yes we should have told you earlier,. "No Miss Evelyn, I have seen many guns, but the men always had them. There are too many guns." Charity shivered at the horrors she had witnessed, but kept buried at the back of her mind."Well, I'll leave it for you anyway." Evelyn said."Please Miss Evelyn, I don't want to be left alone." Fear showed in Charity's eyes."I'm sorry Charity, but there's no way I'm going to take you with me today, absolutely not, and I don't want to hear any more about it." she said, and to show that her decision was. ’ ‘You won’t be angry, will you, my darling?’ Gwen said, smiling and hugging my arm to her, ‘She was so upset…. I said that we would drive her back to Winchester tomorrow morning… I telephoned her mother and told her not to worry and that we would have her home by late morning.’ I could never be angry with Gwen and at least we would be spending the day together and had all the next week to look forward to. We exchanged a swift, discreet kiss and I watched her climb the stairs to bed and wished. Denise turned her back to him, looking over her shoulder. Cupping the cheeks of her ass, she lifted upward, spreading them wide. Robert grinned as be saw his mother's asshole, and below, the hairy slit of her cunt. Denise arched her ass at him."See anything that might help with your plans," she teased."I see a lot," Robert gulped, swallowing as at her exposure. "And it all fits in with my plans."Denise wiggled her ass. From behind, she slowly shoved a finger into her cunt, then leaned forward.