I tried to remember the song, it was of ravichandran , a popular Kannada hero. I recalled the song, he had enjoyed the heroine in every way in that so...ng. I too wanted to do everything to her. Kantha looked up and saw me and gave a very sweet inviting smile. It was as if she was saying, come and enjoy me. I smiled back with lust. Suddenly, she made her saree proper and covered herself up. I got confused. Did she get offended….. Is she shy… Or is she just playing with me. With these confusing. Just the basic clothing to cover one’s modesty while eating and it wasn’t long before we were naked and standing by the table. Well, three of us were standing. Lezza was being pushed onto her back by Helen; armed with the squirty cream. Helen placed her finger along Lezza’s slit and prised it open and with the most lascivious grin that I have ever seen on a woman’s face, pointed the nozzle so that it touched her lips, and pressed. A rush of white cream filled Lezza’s cunt and splashed over her. I told my Mom that Peter had caught me in his room going through his stuff and had kinda blackmailed me into subsequent events.Mom said,"If all that happened was Peter catching you going through is bag then why didn't you tell me, sure it's a bad thing to do to a guest, to go through their personal belongings, but I wouldn't have been too mad. I have to admit that on occasion I have done it myself", she said.Mom clearly knew there was more to it than just my snooping. I decided to tell her. My breasts, will I lose my breasts? Can I be a woman without them?I wake up but I am so tired. I have been tired for a long time now. I read that fatigue can be a symptom relating to breast cancer; shit! It has been a tough few days and sleep does not seem to help. And I seem to be so tired. I go to Mass and then go to work because my biopsy is not scheduled until the afternoon. At work the new supervisor looks strange; he got a haircut. Now why would I notice that? It is now pretty short,.