I live in mumbai and many of you might be aware of mumbai local trains, iss seher ki lifeline. Yaha ki local trains mein itna rush rehta ki train se g...irkar roz average 10 log marte hai. Meri story start hoti hai isi local train se. June ka mahina tha. Subah ke 10.30 baje the aur mein borivali station pe train ka intezar kar raha tha. Iss samay mumbai ke trains mein bohot bheed hoti hai kyunki log office jaane ke liye nikalte hai. Bohot barish thi and train as usual poori full. Fir bhi mujhe. ---I actually slept through most of Sunday. My sleep schedule was out of whack so I showered, played some video games until morning, and then went into work.The receptionist handed me a greeting card and pen as I came into the office."With deepest sympathy for your loss...who's Dalton?" I asked her."Carrie's husband. She passed away a few days ago...heart attack," she replied sadly.I felt like the ground was suddenly whisked out from under my feet, like a magician's tablecloth, except a really. I couldn't help but look at my stiff dick pressing against the material. I quickly stripped them off and put my pajamas on before I was caught.The next day Mrs Scott said she had to take Megan to the dentist and I should be alright by myself for a couple of hours. I watched as the car drove away before running to Megan's bedroom. I stripped everything off and put another pair of panties on. These fit a little differently. I found a bra that came apart in front. I put it on and looked in the. She looked like she was by herself. I sat down and introduced myself. She put her hand out to shake mine, but did not let go. We talked as best as we could over the loud music all the time running our fingers around in our hands. Finally the band started playing a slow song, and I asked her to dance. I started to hold her hands for the slow dance, but she flung my hands to the side and put her arms around me. She held me tight. I held her tight. Her warm body felt wonderful next to me. .