A Widows Desperate Plea for Comfort, Love and Passion After Years of Loneliness Built for Comfort Not Speed We both attended the same place of worship. On alternate Sundays I would drive a six seat cart to usher people from the parking lot to the auditorium. We had said hello to each other may times before, but never really talked. Something was different this time. For the last few years my wife had been struggling with diabetes. Progressively it was affecting her eyes and her heart. Doctor visits were constant. And I had developed myself into a pretty good caretaker and driver for her. It was a good thing I retired from teaching when I did and had great insurance to provide for her. But, I was missing allot of life and living. That Sunday, it was early Fall in Southern California, and just starting to cool. Carol was getting out of her car in the parking lot and I asked her if she wanted a ride. There was another couple and their kids on the back of the cart, Carol took the seat next to me. Carol was a good looking woman. Not a beauty, but good looking. Her hair was light brown and down to below the shoulders. About 5’5’’, and she had some size to her. The feature I liked the best was her big round tits. Nice round butt too. Carol was built for comfort for sure. She was very nicely dressed that Sunday morning. And she smelled good too. As she sat next to me, she called me by my last name. I looked at her and she told me her daughter was one of my students a few years back. And her daughter was now finishing college. As we pulled up to the auditorium, Carol handed me a card with her name and number on it. She asked if we could chat more after the service. …but everything was about to change
