She had been asked out by several men but always refused, a source of consternation for her friend who insisted that if the widow was to ever make a l...ife for herself, she needed to open herself to the possibility of a relationship. Even Kenny, while not at all hot on the idea, had suggested that she, like he, needed to keep up appearances, but Jessica was adamant. To Donna and others like Marge and Allen, it was simply a matter that no one could ever replace Kenny and she had no intentions of. We used to go on romantic candle light dinners, movies, shopping… But one day when we went to a late night show, after the movie was over we came out and saw that it was raining very heavily. She told me that will go home in the rain as she loves rain. We started on my bike and were on the way to her home, I dropped at her home, she smiled at me and kissed me on my cheeks (that was the first kiss of my life) and she invited me to her home as she used to stay alone. I accepted her invitation and. One morning, I overslept. I got up with a start when I heard loud banging on the door. Jumping out of bed I quickly opened the door. Bela was knocking on the door."Saab, main aap ko bees minute se jagane ki koshish kar rahi hoon (Sir, I am trying to wake you for the last twenty minutes)," she complained."I am sorry. I had studied till late and therefore overslept," I said.She said, "Koyi baat nahin. Saab, maine socha shayad aapki tabiyat na kharab ho (It's all right. Sir, I was only worried. I looked across at Lindzi, just as she uncrossed her legs. A brief glimpse of white panties, white lace. Very white. Pure white, unlike my thoughts, which yet again increased the pressure on my cock. “Err, sorry Lindzi, I umm.” I mumbled incoherently.“I said, would you care for a glass of something,” I asked. I felt sorry for him, I could see his cock was if anything harder, although, bless him he tried hard to conceal it. I wondered if I should leave them, perhaps Fleur could do something with.