I'm extremely over-sexed, I've always been, and there's been one or two occasions where I thought of her in a sexual manner, but nothing incredibly co...sistent that crowded my mind. But, at the age of 22, that definitely changed.We lived alone, just her and I, her having divorced my father decades earlier. Our relationship was sometimes good, often tumultuous, but it was what it was, just... different.It was mid-July, hot as hell, and around 8:30 at night. I was heading out to get something to. " Ji babuji," she bowed her head and hurriedly picked up Varun and went off in a hurry.Balwant too got up after Sonam had walked away. Everyone else had moved away to other parts of the house after breakfast. The morning sun was now lighting up the courtyard. The patriarch walked along the corridor glancing at the closed door of Sonam's bedroom. He felt an urge to walk in but resisted. He'll have all the opportunity at night to hold and fondle his lovely bahu. Balwant opened his bedroom door. However, as the Winter drew in and the hills became covered in snow, there was still no sign of any figure, alone or otherwise, descending the slopes. Instead there was a repeat of the bleak conditions of the previous winter. The snow settled. The wind blew with icy ferocity. The cold penetrated through the thickest furs. But this year, with the better land lore provided by the Cave Painters, the villagers ate better and were better able to fend off the worst that the winter demons could throw. She was dressed in a black chiffon dress with a boat neck and long sleeves, the full skirt ending just above her knees. She turned around showing that the dress had a deep vee at the back, partially obscured by her hair which had been brushed straight back and was held in place with a clip. She was wearing black high heeled slippers.“Well, will I do?” she asked. Robert’s mouth had gone dry, “You look absolutely stunning.” He murmured. “You don’t look too bad yourself.” She replied, while.