"It sounds to me like you've been concerned about her for a while and have actively sought yourself for a solution to her problem." You bet I have, do...ctor. We both experienced certain character changes since my wife's death. It's unexplainable but true."Practical men didn't speak this way. They were never so perceptive as to understand the initial roots of things."Perhaps it has something to do with her strange death, I mean symbolically, of course. Exactly what was the effect upon you?" I was. I saw her waiting in front of the shop.Her husband was not there.How are you.? Where is your husband?He has gone to shopping center to buy somethings.I've been waiting for him.Okay. How are you doing?Not bad..She was wearing a short mini skirt and bright black pantyhose.It was a good occasion for me to watch her legs.Her legs were thin but so sexy.I asked her a few question.I was staring at her sexy legs.Her legs looked so sexy with black pantyhose.She had understood probably.I was staring at. She said that alt control and delete is not working. She was pressing alt ctrl delete one after the other (I am not sure if she was genuinely not aware of how to press all together but whatever she needed help there). The laptop was on the table and she was standing infront of the laptop. I stood behind her and then I told, arey bhabhi alt ctrl delete ko ek saath press karna chahiye. Let me show you, I took both her hands and then hold her fingers and guided her how to press alt ctrl delete. Even though the pain was excruciating, my excitement at this was overwhelming. As I thrust up and back, I started rolling my hips from side to side, driving into her to the right and sliding out to the left, causing her to whimper in enjoyment. Then without warning I started slamming my hips up, pounding into her. I was beyond caring at this point as her nails dug into my side and I felt some of her weight shift to her hands as she began to grunt and pant with her impending orgasm. Continuously.