To quote from her letter to Dad which she asked to be given to him on her death, "The cancer has spread and there is no cure. The treatment they sugge...ted may give me a few extra months but what would be the cost? Chemotherapy and radiotherapy! I have seen other people suffer through that and I don't want that for us. I have decided to take each day as it comes and hopefully we will have a few months to enjoy one another." The letter was dated October last year.I tried to help Dad in the same. Hum logog ne haal mein apne kapde utare or aab tak hamari ladies ka tatoo bhi suk gaya tha….Hum log pool ki taraf gaye dekha ki wo log poool mein smoke kar rha the to hum sabne saath mein jump maara pool mein aur saab gheele ho gaye hummne thodi swimming ki aur saab bahar aake leit gaye…….Phir saab log bahar nikle or saaab log lait gaye phir waha oil ki bottle thi hum sab gents uthe aur iss baar mein felicia ke saath, dad natalia ke saath or bhaiyaa kayla ke saath aur udhar davin mom ke saath,. ‘I’m gonna get your onesie now.’ She got up from the bed and walked over to a dresser, she was rumbling through one of the drawers, and although she never even left a room I still felt sad and abandoned. It wasn’t a conscious thought, more an overwhelming feeling, an almost primal feeling and I started sobbing and wailing.‘It’s okay, Mommy’s going to be right there.’ She said.A moment later she was back with a diaper and a pastel colored velvety onesie. ‘Here I am, don’t be sad, mommy is never. The soft, veiny skin covering his firm, thick shaft slid up and down slightly as I stroked him. He felt so incredible. There, under the blanket, I stroked my first cock.I let my finger tips explore him. Running up and down the length of his shaft, feeling every firm inch of him, caressing the ridge around his wonderful cock’s head. He didn’t make any move to touch me, but that was OK with me. I had never received more pleasure than when I was touching him. I wanted to pleasure that cock, it.