I. or a long retired newsreader for the BBC. Elegant, grey hair with just few dark ones, aqualine features and the figure of a woman who had obviously...looked after herself. She was a stunner. Hubby provided a very good bottle of French red wine and we got to talk about each other. Helen held a job closely aligned to mine (connected with the law) and had spent that day working at the local Magistrates' Court. Husband had obviously dabbled in many careers, including model agencies though I was. ‘I’ll be goddamned. Every time I come here, there is some new compromising position you two are in.’ I gestured to join us and she flopped on me. Clemmie and I worked her head back and forth. My hand was under her skirt massaging the muscular thighs. ‘Shit. This is too much.’ She lay there, relaxed and kissing parts of Clemmie and me. ‘I invited Karen to dinner at Keeler tonight. She will have graded my exam by then. Do you suppose others would like to come?’ ‘Are you kidding? There’s not a one. Due to cricket match there was very huge rush there? After dropping from the bus I followed her and asked her name for which she replied Preeti. She was really very pretty and fair complexion. I asked her wer u lived she said near salt lake. She asked me where I lived I said I m from out side of this town. She asked me where u stayed here. She was taken kin interest in me as she felt the size of my dick on her shoulder. I said I just coming from howrah jn. And never stayed till now. She asked. Seagulls squawked in protest above their heads, sweeping and diving in the slipstream of thermal updrafts along the cliff face, before disappearing into the night sky. Above the embankment car headlights shone over the cliff top, casting shadowy silhouettes of disturbed lovers standing in a line along the top of the embankment trying to get a glimpse of the tragedy that had just occurred. It seemed like a lifetime waiting for the emergency services to arrive. Watching and waiting, shivering.