This frequently happened. Dantes, cast from solitude into the world, frequently experienced an imperious desire for solitude; and what solitude is mor... complete, or more poetical, than that of a ship floating in isolation on the sea during the obscurity of the night, in the silence of immensity, and under the eye of heaven?Now this solitude was peopled with his thoughts, the night lighted up by his illusions, and the silence animated by his anticipations. When the patron awoke, the vessel was. My family is of a conservative nature and my mom usually wears sarees at home. My mother lost her husband about 10 years ago when I was in my 9th grade. Since then she had to work hard to support the family and our education without much of any financial and family support. Living in a city, I now understand how it would have been to manage everything. Since I got a job last year and I was getting enough salary, my mother stopped going for work. She used to work in a leather manufacturing. It was a calm night, not much to do. Our talk soon turned to very kinky topics. I started to massage her neck, but my hands soon wandered down her neckline. I maybe should mention that she had big breasts and liked to wear low-cut shirts to show them off. So from my point of view, looking over her shoulder directly at her boobies, that was like an invitation I could not resist. So I started to caress and knead her breasts. Not unlike you, her nipples were always stiff and hard. She allowed me. I gracefully turned, slipped, and landed ungracefully into the water with a loud curse and splash. I guess my splash and scream alerted my musician in the woods. When I emerged from under the green water, and unceremoniously swung my hair out of my face while uttering bawdy curses under my breath, I noticed someone standing on the shore, guitar strapped on his back, and a concerned look on his face. I walked out of the water looking like a drowned rat that had eaten some bad cheese. He offered.