"These are in the way," Fran said and, grabbing my shoes, took them off and followed them with my jeans and shorts.As I sprung free she gave a little ...igh of pleasure and once again held me, this time in both hands. Her hands, cool against my heat, felt exquisite. I felt my erection tighten and get even bigger as she gently licked the dewdrop from the end. Fran may have been widowed for well over a decade, but she had forgotten nothing in how to arouse a man. She kissed her way down to my left. I was inspiredto write this after seeing a post from Anonymous Writer a few days agowhere he/she was just talking about ideas, answering questions, etc.Might be good for all of us authors to do so once in awhile.I posted a story a few days ago titled 'Unintentional Consequences',which was just a continuation of one I wrote long ago called 'Shoes &Socks'. That one didn't receive much in the way of reviews, so I assumedthe subject matter was not interesting to most of you. So I guess I sortof. I did not know what she meant; when she said that.The night I went to my room and fantasised kissing the sweat on my bhabi’s boobs, removing the bra, suddenly I ejaculated. The next day bhabi had prepared breakfast for me, I had to leave college. I took the lunch she tied and bid bye to both and went. I then suddenly realized that it was a strike, bandh for some local fight. So I again went back to brother’s place at noon. She knew it was bandh, she started laughing for being such a fool. I. “Why won't you explain your decision to me? Why are you being a total cunt?” she yelled. The second it escaped her mouth, her shoulders collapsed. She'd crossed the line. Deflated and shocked by her words, she stood stock still and fell silent.He stared at her, saying nothing.“I'm sorry,” she whispered. “I can't believe I said that.”He'd taken loads of grief for his unexpected business decision, but in his kitchen it had boiled over. Salad prep abandoned, his silent face thundered anger.Small.