She has lost her husband in a tragic accident about 4 yres back and she works in a bank at Secunderabad. I am aged 36 and am her younger sister’s hu...band. Though i must admit i am really more attaracted towards her right from the beginning. After the loss of her husband we both became very close and she is asking my help in many ways including bringing up her children. She is totally dependent upon me for all her works next to her office. About a week back we had gone to attend a function at. "I'm somewhere at Cape Kennedy." How..." the general began, but I cut him off."Before I came downstairs I looked out the window. Even I can recognize rockets when I see them. And with the palm trees that puts me at Cape Kennedy."Elle smiled and said, "Actually, you're on the Cape Canaveral Air Force Station. The Kennedy Space Center is just north of us."The names were familiar, but slightly twisted, like in a funhouse mirror. "I thought they changed Cape Canaveral to Cape Kennedy a few years. “You got some sun,” she said, poking the pinkish skin of my hip.“How come you didn’t?”“Oh, I did,” she said teasingly. “Lots of it.”“Oh?” I said. “What did you guys do?”She lay back against the pillows and told a story I will never forget.“When I woke up it was pretty late, close to noon I guess,” she said. “It was really warm in the room, and I was pretty hung over, so I thought a shower would do me some good. While I was drying off I heard a knock at the door, so I wrapped the towel around. The breasts are large and full. "Were they very wet?" She asks, bending over and taking on her leg. The bun that has formed in my pants almost touches her hair. I know her perfume. She sits there squatting for a while and feels the panty cloth between her fingers. I see that she has long red painted nails.Suddenly she notices the pillow in her pants and shrugs."But please little weird. What do we have here? ”She looks up and laughs. I smile awkwardly."Should we let Rebecka take care of this?".