She would have a household where she felt wanted and needed, my girls would get their care and guidance. I would get some peace of mind. The whole thi...g seemed to work.It was Richard who surfaced the flip side, as usual. “Sooner or later, you’ll want to move on,” he said. “A rich widower with two young daughters might be a catch, but one with an older woman in the household won’t be as marketable.”Richard grated on me regularly, and this was DEFINITELY one of those times!“I’m sure it will be a. Then came the time, at the age of thirty, when I moved back home. What really bothered me about that was that my hometown hadn’t seemed like a sexy place and I was worried about missing out.Then, one day, I was in a little supermarket on a quiet Wednesday afternoon and it was populated by old ladies and housewives, one of whom, standing in front of me at the checkout, turned and looked at me and there was a flash of lust between us. Then she was gone and I never saw her again, but it. . Wet, loving, satiated by the whole experience her body gradually relaxing under my kisses into a post orgasmic repose.Nestling into each other's arms, we lay there quietly absorbing every emotion. Now, still looking into each other's eyes; her smile of satisfaction emanating across her face, I whispered, "Come to bed."Her touch beside me was wonderful; it was a touch of meaning, a touch of warmth and love as we cuddled close, her face close to my neck; her thigh between my legs u*********sly. So we three decided to head to Natasha’s flat and party.We had brought a few drinks and a few beers. Natasha changed her dress to shorts and a camisole.I changed to my boxers and Pranitha remained in the same dress. That was the first time I was seeing Natasha in that sexy avatar, exposing her milky thighs and a little bit of her cleavage. I got my eyes fixed on them. Pranitha gave a naughty smile looking at me.Then we started the party with the drinks we brought. After two rounds of whiskey,.