A normal everyday person. Maybe it was my car? Maybe it was my looks? Who knows? Jessica is now 36yrs old, very tall, ex volleyball player now a volle...ball coach, brunette with the finest big apple butt ass out there, with a huge shaved cameltoe, and elegant manicure pedicure. After all these years I couldn't even dare to come close to her. Then suddenly one Saturday night everybody was away at the village for a weird reason and she stayed back alone. My parents and sister were gone too. I was. Dressed casually I was sitting in the bed eagerly for mala to come and after a few minutes she came inside the room.She wore a plain white low hip saree which was a great turn on.She completed the formalities and sat down beside me.Before I could start speaking she started to cry on my shoulders about her fate and her deceased husband.I hugged her and calmed her down and we started speaking. Only after that did I know that my brother suffered from erectile dysfunction due to which they had no. “Can you give me your date of birth and your social?”I gave him the information.“Johanna, the biopsy results came back. There’s no good way to tell you this, but they found a malignancy. You have breast cancer. We recommend you set up an appointment with a specialist as soon as possible. I can’t emphasize that enough. Every day matters.”“I see.” There was a pause, so I said, “Was there anything else?”“This is off the record, Johanna, but if I were you, I’d call Dr. Howard Fletcher right away.. “Quite so,” Mrs. Denver said, nodding her head, completely unaware that Mrs. Howe was one of the Mums who didn’t actually spank their son or daughter as requested, not because they didn’t believe in spanking, but just that they couldn’t be bothered to. Olivia knew this but didn’t allow it to show on her face. “What about you Mrs. Howe?” Mrs. Howe was still occasionally sobbing from her caning, but knew she had to answer Mrs. Denver who waited for an answer. The parents could choose from a list.