This story is about my friend’s widow mother, who I used to fantasize about, but never approached her that ways. Her name is sushma. She is in her l...te 30s or may be early 40s. But being a beautician, she has maintained herself well. Extremely sexy by figure, she can make anyone go crazy about her with just one smile.She usually wears very low cut blouse, through which one can see her cleavage clearly. Her well shaped and huge ass could cause instant erection to anyone. Her husband died of. There was no response and he was left trying to figure out what had just happened. He had no idea who the girl/woman was or who had been attacking her or why? He didn't even know where he had been."I'm not even sure if she spoke English," Donnie thought to himself. "She certainly knew how to handle a rifle!"Ardbrecknish, Argyll, Scotland 08:30 23 September 2012Some of the mystery surrounding where he had been the night before was cleared up for Donnie when he turned on the TV news that Sunday. Her dad dropped her off and left. She had on a white tank top that was see through and I could tell she already had her swim suit on. She also had on a cut off pair if Daisy Duke shorts that showed all of her perfectly tanned legs. I had already gone and put on my suit. Once she walked through the door and her dad left we had a little make out session before We walked out to the pool and I jumped in. she took off her top and shorts. Her suit was pink with different color circles on it. Her top. “I just wanted to meet you, and say thanks,” he said.“Come back anytime,” I said.“Now that I know she is aright. That’s all I wanted. Seeing her is too painful,” he said. Then he shook my hand and left. The man was going and I didn’t even get his name. Mikah knew him and that was enough. I didn’t need to know his name, in order to know him. The name I should have gotten was his wife’s killer. Whoever that was man, woman, or child had debt to pay. I was sure if I kept my ears open, I could fine.