I shouldn’t have given Don your food like that. I shouldn’t have been so preoccupied with being a good hostess either. After all, we are on our ho...neymoon. Then I blew up and stormed off on you giving you no other choice but to try to catch the elevator by taking those stairs at high speed. It’s all my fault you broke your leg.’ I was stunned by her outburst and the tears. In my half-drugged state I couldn’t find the right words to say to calm her down nor could I argue too much about how. She went under the water and I watched her as she was swimming my way; like a shark. She came to the surface again inches in front of me with her back towards me. She pressed herself into me, the head of my cock was now pressing at her crack. “Mrs. C” I stuttered, “No more of that Mrs. C stuff Rob, you can call me Michelle. I like it better that way”. She backed into me more, causing my cock to enter and drift down the length of her ass crack as she sighed. I could have died right there but. Memories of a life long ago, or a life yet to come danced through his mind like razors, each eerie voice hauntingly familiar. Each agonizing image cut deeper into his emotions. The venomous taste of madness lingered upon his parched palate, a searing dream or frightful reality. He was utterly lost in the dark depths of his own misery, consumed and drowning in the sins of forever. ‘Welcome to Chaos, revel in Anarchy, Paradox the only Rule! In this room, silent and still, in the Dark I feel the. And the heroin of this story is our neighbour. She is a widow. Her husband died within six months of her marriage.Later she dint married to take care of her parents since she is the only child to them.You all know most of the widows are highly sex starved as they don’t have a man to fulfil their desires. I got to know that she had engaged with many men in the village. But we have a very good family friendship. Daily she will come to my home and chitchat with my parents. I used to stay alone in.