Well here is why. Recently I became illand found it hard to concentrate and do daily tasks and simple housechores. After a long round of test at the h...ospital I was diagnosed withcancer and was given only a few months to live. I, along with my lovinghusband David, and Tim, were devastated, to say the least. I knewsomething was wrong as soon as the doctor walked in. The horror onDavid's and Tim's face made my heart hurt more than you can imagine.They were just told they would lose their wife and. I don’t blush easily, or go red when I get drunk, and I’ve got really good, creamy skin. Yeah, I moisturise. Only thing I’ve got on that skin are freckles, lots of them. Big green eyes, too.But that’s not the important part. By the Rules of Being Berry, the important part is my tits; E cups, natural, with warm, dusky nipples that, even then, would harden and rise through my shirt in an instant if I got turned on. A slim waist, emphasising my big, round, perky ass. Long legs, with big, soft. ‘I had some pretty crazy dreams last night,’ he said absently. In a rush, all the dirty things he did with Lang and her assistant Neffie filled his head. There had been another chick there too, it was some movie star that he liked. He remembered Lang, flanked by Neffie and the other chick kneeling naked before him. In his minds eye, he vividly saw himself ejaculating on their faces. ‘It seemed so real,’ he said. ‘Kent, stop what you’re thinking!’ Harriet said. ‘It’s distracting you and I need. I heard one women say to a group of watching men, what a slut the tart was, and she hoped they would fuck her senseless later on, they said she could bet on that. They played on for a while, and with me, then we all went back to the bar for another drink. Chas and I got into a discussion with some of the truckers and bikers about the merits and thrills of motorcycles and the different models (Chas has one himself). Each of the groups is arguing their point. We had been on at this for about an.