Chalo unse to kah doon” main boli, “muje to nahi lagata mummy iske liye kabhi rajee hongi, haan! Tu kahegee to Sheikh jiju jaroor man jayenge”Mo...ika ne kaha” pehle ye bata, tum dono ko to koi etraj nahi, baki main dekh lungi” “mujhe kya etaraj ho sakata hai aur aditi ki ma se bhi bat kar lungi par……” Monika boli, “bas tu dekhati ja, kal ki cocktail party me maja hi maja hoga”isi beech mummy aa gayee. Monika chachiji chachiji kah kar unke pichhe lag gayee, unke tabiyat ke bare mein puchha,. That’s them over there.”Jack looked over to see a team of guys in orange coveralls starting to dismantle the stage and sound equipment. Jack smiled with relief. He wasn’t really in any mood for sweeping and stacking things.Just at that point Susan sat up and rubbed her eyes slowly as she expressed one long yawn.“Oooo, I need coffee” she grumbled. “And my ass is sore and I need a shower and I am so hungry.”Jack looked at his father’s naked body then at the red fluorescent ID band around his. “Carol, put them back down,” he ordered.I did as he said and looked at him expectantly.“Pick them up again,” he said, moving back to seemingly get a better view of my firm ass in the tight pencil skirt.I picked up the folders again and returned my eyes to him.“One second,” he said then walked towards the door to close it. “Put them down one more time.”I placed the folders back on his desk and waited for further instruction from my boss.“Both hands on the desk,” he said as he walked up to me.. “What the hell,” she thought. It would at least be interesting although she’d never consider herself a candidate for membership.She was sixty-nine years young. A number that she had wryly noted the sexual significance of on that birthday. She was in reasonable shape with her weight controlled even if the sag of her tits and buns couldn’t be.Her late husband had rather worshipped her, she thought, often referring to her as the “Queen of his heart”. Their sex life had been pretty ordinary with.