Exactly in two weeks, I moved to the house and arranged all thins properly. Land lady and her daughter Gayathri came to help me in arranging things. F...om day one, they became very close to me. I had lunch and dinner in their house. While handing over the house deposit cheque, land lady asked me to sit down and asked to details about my family members. After that I started enquiring about their family details and she told me that her husband died about two years ago and that there is are some. Then he began dropping-in on me in the apartment whenever he could – often late in the evening on his way home from a night out. It was all quite platonic and ‘proper’ and I gave him coffee and we talked about all sorts of stuff. I effectively became a kind of unofficial counsellor for him.One of the good things that seemed to have come from these chats was his increasing confidence and independence from his overbearing parents. After his Birthday, when he was out all night for the first time. Remember?" Yes... lover! I'll always remember!" How about Jim?" he reminded. "He's up... walking around, now." He might not feel up to it..." I always figured, if a guy could walk... he could also fuck!" Andy observed. "Anyway... you don't have to make him work for it!"Gayle stood quickly to her feet. She looked out and saw that there was still a waning half-light in the sky."Good idea!" she smiled. "I'm going to go look for him... while there's still a little daylight left..."She looked toward. Black lacy french knickers and bra, hold-up stockings, tight denim jeans down to your ankle, a carefully ironed white blouse with the top button undone, revealing your soft brown skin beneath, and a short tailored jacket. You look through your heels and decide on a simple navy pair, a 3′ heel just lifting you up and letting your butt wiggle in your jeans as you walk. You push your hair back and grab your sunglasses, using them like a hairband. Then you check yourself in the mirror, admiring.