I was nervous after that, and even religiously conflicted about cheating with a married woman. But on deevali night me and 1 friends went to offer som...e sweets. She invited us in. We sat at the table with her husband and mother. The way she was looking at me was pure desire. I hadn’t yet had a kurta (traditional wear) and she told me to follow her to one of her elder k**s’ bedrooms. I did, leaving my friend with her husband and mother. She shut the door and found a kurta fite for me in n one of. How long has it been since you washed your hair? Never mind, here's some lovely shampoo with a conditioner. Wash your hair in the shower while the tub fills."He undressed, keeping his back to her with the painful modesty that afflicts children whose pubic hair is coming in. Through the wavy glass of the shower door he saw her put bubble bath and scented oil in the water. She picked up his clothes and held them out at arm's length. "Phew!" he heard, "These coarse old things can go directly in. Maureen said I handled everything well. In truth, there wasn't much I had to do.Before she died, my wife had pretty much planned out her memorial service and had made all the arrangements. I think she knew there were so many things that were out of her hands, she wanted to take control of the things she could.All of our family came in. Most had been in before McKayla died, but everyone came for the funeral. She wanted to be cremated and we did so before the service. She said she didn't want. Even that slight movement caused her breasts to strain against the tight fitting sweater, which in turn sent a tingle of excitement directly to his penis. She slipped to her feet and, moving with the grace and fluidity that few could even begin to match, crossed the room and knelt in front of the couch. The tree was at her back, framing her hair with an almost angelic halo of light. He smiled softly at her as she lifted one slender hand and cupped it against the swell of his burgeoning.