The heroine of the story is my friend’s widow mom Anjali. She was married in early age and her husband passed away after she had given birth to my f...iend.She is around 35 years old with perfect stats. After her husband passed away she had a relation with one person since then and it’s still continuing. I never had any feelings towards her and we were very close.Things changed when the wife of her illegal relation came to know about them, she called her and warned this lady not to have any. Often Rob, who finished work at 2.30 pm, would come up to have a chat whilst he looked at my tits. It was a particularly hot day and after a few minutes I said to him “I am really thirsty, shall we go indoors for a cold drink?”, he agreed, so I stood up, threw the towel over my shoulder, no point in covering my tits now, and I was enjoying the attention, and we walked back to my house and went into the kitchen. I poured a couple of cold drinks and we stood there drinking as we faced each other.. A tall thin guy in grubby clothes came in by himself and walked up to the chow line. I watched him while he moved down the line with his plate. He looked to be in his early 30's and he had good posture. He was dirty, but didn't look as filthy like most of the men I'd had in the past. As he came down the line and stood in front of me, I said quietly, "My name is Margaret. How would you like to come home with me this afternoon?" To my surprise he smiled at me (no missing teeth.) and said, "Hi. In return, she’d take out the trash and run the vacuum now and then.But mostly, she would dance. Hour upon hour, wearing out the classic piece on Alice’s ancient turntable, and frequently in the nude. She loved the sensation of sweat flying off of her body as she followed a spin with a pirouette, and the way it glistened off her skin in the partial light. Ms. Miller told her that she’d go far, and a special guest, a pro named Susan Castle, confirmed as much in a meeting she’d never forget. But.