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It has been quite cold of late with a few inches of wet snow blanketing the leaf covered pavements and icy roads of Little Bush causing me to become something of a recluse as it has been some 12 months since my beloved George passed away leaving me to fend for myself. Yes, you are right in your thinking I have had one or two fleeting romances but nothing too serious, in fact I feel like my recent conquests were borne out of being seen as a spunk bucket or someone to use, abuse and lose. Please don't get me wrong there are many times that I enjoy my own company and not having to share a bed with a fart happy beer swilling other half and have him pawing at my large heavy tits or wrinkled dry cunt through my ankle length nightie. I think over time the spark of just starting out on married life wears thin by taking each other for granted as the years pass by, you have less and less in common and fucking becomes a chore despite the odd twinge at times or memories of days now passed. Long gone are the days of chasing each other lustfully up the stairs or the occasional groping session over the washing up in the sink and George's erect..........