I am 41 years old and widower. My wife passed away some 4 years ago. I have a son and I love him very much. We are very close. Due to the nature of my...business I had to travel out of Bombay regularly, almost on a daily basis. All this was ok while my wife was alive but since her passing it has become very difficult. I am blessed to have wonderful in-laws who decided they would house and take care of my son and I should concentrate on my business so that it would take away my worries and keep me. Late at night in the darkness of winter when spring was still a glimmer of hope suggested by violets we came across one another. An evening of laughter. He made me smile. I appreciated the quick wit and banter, but did not expect to talk to him again. I was wrong. We found so many things to talk about. Music, books, work, play – the list was endless and immaterial. We talked. We shared experiences, hopes, the small minutiae of our daily lives. I learned the names of his colleagues and cousins,. Every time she bent over the small piece of fabric that was struggling to cover her bottom, would pull up between her lovely soft cheeks. I could see just the briefest of soft pubic hair between her legs, which sent a shiver of anticipation through my now churning loins. A lovely light sweat had also broken out between Michelle’s breasts, which gently rolled down between her cleavage. I think she was quietly taking pleasure in my discomfort but did nothing to put me at my ease, if anything I. Broken Hill is under 20 thousand. But I’d bet Wilcannia hasn’t near a thou.”“I’d bet on under 700!”We both laughed.“I’ll tell the mulga wire that you’re on walkabout. If you meet a group in western NSW or in South Australia, they’ll know you’re a good person.”“Thank you.”“Tell anyone that you’re the Carpet Python’s father.”“Yes. By the way, have you heard from Sarah?”“No. But you haven’t been away for a week.”“True. Love to Rachel.”I returned to The Wine Glass and then strolled back to the.