An Anglo Saxon cleric once wrote that during the Lindisfarne raid, the church was splattered with the blood of priests, treasures were smashed, gold a...d silver hoarded and people were mercilessly killed in front of their children. What befell the women was a fate far worse than death. Or so it was told.As time progressed, raids became more frequent, often involving more longships and more men. They had certainly become more organized and more desperate for new lands to rule.Beci had heard so. I could only imagine the scene since my headboard would be back to back from next doors'. One day I finally met my neighbor. Rose was her name. She was a very friendly lady, a widow, and I'd guess her to be in her late 40s maybe early 50s. Rose and I had talked several times outside while cooking out or picking up the mail and we both became fast friends for coffee and conversation. Rose was attractive in her own way. She was taller than I, about 5'7 or so. She was a little thick on the waist. We talked about it but it did not happen for a few months.then one day i was told that i would have to leave for the usa for a project shortly.i told this to deepa and added that i wouldn’t go without meeting her , as the desire was burning and i was restless.i would always imagine in that period how it would be to kiss her , suck her wherever possible etc.Deepa is a chubby medium heighted woman with good boobs and a great ass.although overweight , which i too am , i just couldn’t get the idea. Her breath coming faster, she pulls away to look up at him. Left brain logic and right brain impulsiveness battling each other as she looks into his dark eyes. ‘Where can we go?’ she asks, her right brain having won this particular skirmish. Quinton feels a rush of emotion at her words. He swallows hard, smiles, and takes her hand, leading her back to the table. He helps her with her coat, shrugs into his, and snags her purse up giving it to her as they walk from the noise. Leading her from.