Well over six feet, he was powerfully built with strapping shoulders and a hard chest that his perfectly tailored suit accented while his indigo eyes ...danced with laughter…the wildly raging autumn winds had left his silver blond hair slightly disarrayed in a sexy, just out of bed style that she had ached to touch the entire time he spoke. His features were oddly rugged, his jaw stubbornly defined…but the boyish dimples that appeared each time he smiled took off some of the edge, yet there was no. It was a defensive measure that I had learned from my mother and honed to near perfection. Whenever YOU fuck up or do something wrong, immediately go on the offensive and start bitching. People will naturally want to avoid confrontation and if you are lucky, they will get intimidated and not question you. In my head it was the perfect way to avoid awkward conversations with questions about where my clothes were and why I was naked.“I suppose you want to know where I have been?” I asked. ”“You should have joined us,” she told me to my surprise. “I'm sure Evan wouldn't have minded.”Sophie and I had played a few times, kissing and fondling each other through clothes. It was all in good fun. “I didn't want to intrude, although I must admit it was tempting,” I told her.“Are you just gonna stand there or are you gonna get in here?” Sophie asked sliding the door open slightly inviting me inside the huge walk in shower. I slid of my bikini and stepped into the shower. Sophie handed me. Meri 19 ki umar mein shaadi ho gayi thi aur jab main 29 ki thi tab mere pati ki maut ho gayi.Mere itne bachche hai ki main 2 cricket teams banalu. Main abhi bhi maa ban sakti hun toh ho sakta hai ki jab aap yeh kahani padh rahe ho, mera ek aur bachcha ho chuka ho. Main yoga aur gym karti hun fit rehne ke liye.Mere ghar mein nange rehne ka riwaaz hai par yeh riwaaz maine baad mein shuru kiya. Aaj ki yeh kahani tabki hai jab mere pati ki maut ho chuki thi. Us waqt mere itne bachche nahi the jitne.