It was normal in the starting but after 2 years of husbands death when she completely overcome there was a new tinge in our relationship. She would ca...ll me to visit her, would always talk and sit beside me even in family gatherings. I was no less, i always made her feel special. I used to make her laugh and share all my stories of the college. She had got in love with me that i think even she was not aware of.Last month Neha and her mother called me. They wanted to visit someone and asked me to. Her fragrance wafted out of there as soon as he opened it. He loved the perfume she wore and everything in the suitcase was permeated with it. There was a pretty pink dress on top that he lifted out and headed towards the closet. As he placed it on a hanger he saw it was very short and pretty, like a party dress but not quite so fancy. He figured that was what she was going to wear to the banquet that night. He tried to picture how she would look in it and then went back to the suitcaseNext he. ”“Jill, have you not heard the phrasing no shirt, no shoes, no panties, no service?” George replied, “Hey, isn’t Josh here?”“He went to the hospital after we went to bed, apparently,” she replied, “And he’s already seen me.”“Your logic confounds me, sometimes,” George replied, “He thinks you are cute I think.”“I think I’m cute,” she replied, “I’m not sure what him being perceptive does.”“You are incorrigible,” he grumbled, and rolled out of bed, putting on a Hawaiian shirt, and a pair of khaki. That accent, the buxom beauty with her fine bosom, the pale skin, the freckles, the auburn hair, killer combo, along with those grey eyes ... wow ... All that was great but the piece de resistance was that excellent bottom of hers. She also came with the family preset, my own sweet daughters to raise. There was no way in the world that I was going to miss out on fatherhood when their sperm donor ducked out on the job. Leave those little girls without a Daddy to read them bedtime stories, give.