Why that word and that feeling? Five years prior, her sister Diane had passed away of lung cancer at the age of thirty seven. Diagnosed in May of 2009...she was gone by August, the cancer had been so virulent it had spread to her liver, kidneys, bones, pancreas and stomach. It ate the chemo as if it were candy and the doctor had told us and her parents he had never seen anything like it in thirty years of oncology, he referred to it as the hammer of god in its strength. We were there the night. ‘I’ll have a look at it tonight. I don’t expect any problems though. These people seem to have little concern for the cost. As long they get what they want, it should be a lock,’ he said confidently. ‘That’s terrific,’ she smiled. ‘By the way, have you found a place to live yet?’ he asked. ‘Not yet. To be honest, I haven’t had a lot of time to look. I’m going to have to make time, I guess,’ she said. ‘My wife reminded me that some friends of ours have a place in Park Royal that’s empty right. She flowed freely and came several times as his fingers, lips and tongue probed, stroked, pinched and squeezed her most erogenous zones "FUCK ME, FOR GODS SAKE FUCK ME" she screamed desperate to feel him deep within her. In one smooth motion Simon grasped her ankles and stood up laying her flat on the sofa. He pushed her knees up to her shoulders and entered her. A shudder passed through her body. She squealed with delight as his body slammed against hers again and again. The position was. I think she’s going to use this trip to sink her hooks into you. If that happened, it would kill me as surely as a knife.”“It’s not going to happen, Honey, I promise. I have a bond with Cindy that is hard to explain, but it’s not like what we have. At first I thought that she was the one for me, then as time went on we just didn’t connect to the depth and intensity that lifemates have to have. At least for me it was that way. Cindy knows how I feel, how she feels is her problem. My heart says.