It was a moonlit and breezy night so we were on the terrace with the other cousins.She was texting someone and had held the phone strategically such t...at the light was washing across her exposed, and ample, cleavage.I was lying there like a dead body – staring and probably smiling, at the most beautiful sight there ever could be.“Kya dekh rahe ho (what are you looking at) ?” – my cousin asked with a naughty smile.“Jo aap dikha rahi ho, didi (that which you’ve put on display, didi)?” – my. The wife and I finished up the wine, held each other and eventually got enough strength up to go to bed.It was a slow start to the morning, my arse still stung from the pounding it had last night, the wife still asleep I went downstairs to get some water and coffee. Madge was already up and had brew going, she looked like a well fucked whore cig in hand house coat not done up I could see her big hangers and long nipples. Her cunt lips through the matted hair were open and I could smell her. That she was an attorney only increased their curiosity and they asked her if she had any interesting stories she could share.After thinking about it for a little while she said, “When I graduated law school and passed the bar I went to work at my Dad’s law firm. I was given the primary duties of handling divorces and doing estate planning which was fine as those practices of law interested me. After about a year in doing it Dad referred one of his clients to me who wanted to do estate. The problem was that there had been an incredible assortment of twists and turns over the twenty centuries. A little of that had remained; a lot had disappeared. If he reported only what had remained, the book would give the impression of a triumphal progression of ideas. If he reported all the quirks, the book would contain enough words for several volumes of an encyclopedia.Maybe he could alternate: ‘In this period, here are the competitive doctrines; in the next period, there were as many.