The drizzly weather matched his downbeat mood. Shopping was a job he hated, but the loss of his wife after only three years of marriage, killed by a drunken driver, was a blow he was finding it hard to recover from.. For the last four months he had existed from day to day with nothing much to look forward to. Any meaningful life for him had died with his wife, now he was on a sort of in between land where he existed from day to day.
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One blonde, one brunette. The brunette Charlotte had just turned sixteen and the blonde Amy was seventeen. Every time I visited my boss and his wife I had trouble trying to keep my eyes off the angels. Amy was well developed with huge jutted torpedo tits.