I was on my phone talking to someone, standing in balcony of my flat & seeing this lady who was out there for making washed clothes dry.I had an eye c...ntact with her to which she does not respond.At evening I went again to my balcony & there she was standing at seeing the nearby place. Since there was not so much distance between our flats, so I waved her. She replied with a wave & I introduced myself to her. She told me that her name is Pooja & recently shifted here after marriage. I asked her. All you can do is stroke her tits, touch her legs, I'll go down on her. Can we still wank? they ask, Yes I reply. Over her? they ask, I don't know, ask her mate. He did try, they were all very respectful, unfortunately rules and boundaries had gone out the window. I had got a fleece blanket out with the intention of placing it on the bonnet or nearby grass to provide a little comfort. She new it was on, and wasn't holding back anymore. She was on her hands and knees in the dirt on the car park.. I knew she could not help but think, as I did, that an important and much loved person would be missed today, but I think that the fact she felt she was gaining Rory as a son was offsetting any sadness she felt at the loss of Tom. I know she loved my husband to be as much and if not more than I did.Dad on the other hand was nervous, not because he had any doubts about the wisdom of what we were doing, but merely because he was giving away his daughter and now his only child. I was surprised at. So the fact that we were there at the same time in itself was remarkable and then for Suzie to 'recognise' me as her dead grandfather stretched the coincidence further. To cap it all, I'm known as Bert and so was her grandfather, albeit I'm Albert and he was Herbert. Was fate intervening and bring Hazel and I together? As an ex science teacher, I didn't really believe in supernatural forces but I had to admit to half considering some unseen force was behind it.Hazel was attractive enough to my.