The widow next door

The widow 49 next door lived alone and never dated as far as I saw. I'm 53 (single) never married, was engaged once, but drunk hit her on a crossing the Wednesday before our wedding was due to be. I'm a lawyer and have a total hatred of drunks, especially drunk drivers and won't represent any of them in court at all. It took me years to get over the loss of my fiancée. I wasn't in the market a girlfriend or a wife, but from at first hearing her and then seeing her masturbating herself got me aroused. I decided if she is willing, I would willingly fuck her. She thought she was out of sight of everyone ability to see her, but she wasn't quite out of sight of me seeing her. Never have I been called backward, so I asked her did she any help. At first shocked and somewhat ashamed of being caught she ran inside her home. But I knew she would've to talk to me at some stage, which was the next day, I got knock on my front door. It was her and she asked not to anybody, I told I would never tell anybody she had nothing to fear from me. But again, asked if she wanted any help, at least she didn't run away that time. But still no response, as she left, I said I'm always willing to help. That was a Sunday the following Saturday afternoon, there was a knock on my front door again and again it was her. She had thought it over and decided to accept my offer of assistants. We became lovers and regular satisfy each other's sexual urges and I won't rule out marrying her. But I'm not quite there yet on whether or not to ask her at this time.