”“So what do I call you Becky then?” The blonde refilled their glasses and grinned, “Call me anything but sober!”---------------------------...-----The girl talk continued through the first bottle and well into the second before Becky got around to showing Chelle the rest of the house. The brunette listened as her new friend described all of the various rooms and furnishings, and there was a slight edge of contempt as she realized that there were still some painful memories of her divorce. Thodi der iss position main mujhse chudne ke baad woh mujhse door ho gayi. Phir maine usse apne haath window par rakhne ko kaha aur uski gaand meri taraf ho gayi. Apne ghutno par baithi riya kamuk najron se meri taraf dekh rahi thi.Usne ek haath uski silky smooth gaand par phera jisse maine chumna shruru kar diya. Piche se uski gaand aur chood main apni ungliyaan dalne ke baad maine uski peeth par let gaya. Woh thodi khadi ho gayi. Uske nipples ko main piche se jor se masalne laga. Car ki. Me aise he logo ke photo leta reheta hu.Ghar ke sab function me he sab ke photo leta tha,ye meri extra hobby thi.Ek din meri bahen ne mujhe kaha ki use model banne ka he,ye sun kar me bahut khush hua kyun ki meri bahen dikhne me bahut sunder laghti thi aur uska figure bhi model banne layakh he.Tho maine bahen se kaha modelling me entry lene se phele tume photo khichwane padege,tho usne kaha ki mere photos tum he kichna,tho maine bola jis din ghar me koi nahi hoga tab me tumare photos lunga tho. ‘You’re going to abandon me? When I need you most?’ The deep tone of his voice, so soft, made goose bumps rise on her arms. ‘You’re hardly alone, Gabriel.’ His lips pressed together, green eyes full of hurt and disappointment. ‘Mike has his hands full with Erica and her condition. Ariel is a manic depressive, drunk most of the day, asleep the rest. Rafe? I don’t want Rafe here with his shit. Who does that leave? My eighty-nine-year-old grandmother? No way am I making her have to tend to me..