Craig didn't talk to her as much as he used to, but she still answered when he did. Her voice kept him sane, to the extent that was possible. Which wa... odd, given how crazy she had made him in life.He chuckled, looking back down at his magazine. He doubted he'd get much reading done, but that was OK. What was important was the ritual. He was here, on the anniversary, give or take, of her death. It was Amy Day. She was in charge.The stranger who silently slipped into the bench across from Craig. We kissed for a while, and by the time we were kissing, I started to cuddle her boobs. I removed her kurti, and she was in her bra. Then I removed her bra and my t-shirts. I started to feel really hot as our bodies made direct contact. Her boobs partially crushing my chest and partially in one of my hands. We broke our kiss and she was said, let’s not do today we’ll just have softcore fun only. I was sad, but still okay, I didn’t really feel like forcing her. So we continued the cuddle and. He used to look in such piercing manner without my husband seeing. This used to produce flood in my cunt and I used to masturbate many times thinking of him. One day my husband came in a very drunk state and went to sleep. Just after that, this guy (Vijay) landed up. He sat down for some time and started starring my all parts over my transparent nightdress. Even I wanted to hug him. But with my husband, sleeping in next room nothing happened and he left after some time after shamelessly. We weren't horny anymore, but not because we both had orgasms. Then we both got back up on the bed. “Well, that was a first. I mean, the moaning got Connie's attention before. But I don't think we ever feel off the bed before,” Judy said trying not to laugh. “Well, you gotta admit it was though,” I replied. “No shit Sherlock. I love you,” Judy said. “I love you too. And you and the baby OK," I asked."Yes, we're both fine," Judy replied. "Good. Well see you tomorrow,” I replied. Then we kissed.