She knew an anthropologist needed to go on expeditions; he couldn’t simply teach what others had discovered. Even so, he didn’t look forward to th...eir separation while he spent three months at Colville Lake; and he hadn’t looked forward to telling her either. Missing their first wedding anniversary was bad enough, being apart from her for a three-month period which included that anniversary sucked.Still, her first question expressed concern for him.“Arctic?” she asked, “Will you be cold?”“Not. She was very friendly, jovial and we both used to get along well with each other.Then I slowly got to know about her family, she had two school going kids and she was a divorcee and she was working to help her kids go to school.Since she was from Bangalore she knew Kannada and I used to ask her to teach me sometimes. Then one day I asked her the reason for her divorce, she told me that her husband was a drunkard and every day used to get random women home in the night and he had stopped loving. He stayed at the controls so his crew could get out – they all survived – but he was too late." Over sixty years later, I could tell she was still moved, and was quiet as she sat silently, recalling those days. "I never ventured into those realms again," she said eventually. "I hope to meet him again, quite soon."We covered post-war austerity, the swinging sixties and up to the present day. She was so interesting. I visit many ill and distressed parishioners, but I can say without reservation,. 15 minutes later or so, (Mike was rubbing my clit and playing with my tits in that time) I heard a doorbell. Mike pulled himself off me to go answer the doorbell.When he came back, he was with another person, suppose it was Jack.Jack looked at me, and then he turned to Mike and said “Wow, she sure is a slut, how did she feel?” Mike smiled and replied “She was sure tight, you may wanna try her.” I opened my eyes wide, unbelieving what I just heard. Mike came over to me and lifted me up while.