To main wahi ruk gayi. Fir tabhi waha maalik aa gaye. Unke sath 2 randiya aur 2 ladke the.Woh charo ekdum nange the. Ladko ke lund to the lekin unke a...nde nikaale hue the. Unka lund kaha bhi nahi jaa sakta tha. Woh to lulliya thi. Lekin woh the pure mard hi chawdi chhati, mazboot baahen aur lambi height wale.Mujhe maalkin ne ek side mein khade rehne ke liye bol diya. Aur fir woh dono ladke maalkin ke kapde utaarne lage aur dono ladkiya maalik ke. Woh dono jab nange ho gaye to ek ladki maalik ka. "I dunno, maybe I'm just ... settling down."Adrienne snorted. "Settling down?" Yeah..." I said softly. "Settling down ... Like, I've had my time sowing my oats. I've had my youthful indiscretions. I've gone and had my wild experiences. So no regrets. I've done everything sexual I ever wanted to just 'try'. And now I'm ready to stop and settle down."Adrienne pulled back from me. "What are you saying?"I turned and cupped her perfect face in my hands, running my thumbs along her cheekbones and. “What the fuck, Joyce. Are you trying to give me a heart attack? If you ever fucking do that again I swear I will… why are you laughing so hard? This isn’t funny!” I was nearly bent double I was laughing so hard. I tried fruitlessly to catch my breath, her red face and pissed look making me laugh so much harder, “Ha huff wait a sec, whoo wee that was funny!” I took another deep breath and looked at her. She wasn’t so red anymore and she had a little grin of her own gracing her lips. “You. My Mother was born in theearly 1900's and when she was about 16 started modelling for a localChelsea sculptor. This was very tastefully done and her younger sisterused to attend with her as her Chaperone. She was an absolute stunner.One of the most important statues she modelled for was Atalanta, at thefoot of the steps at Albert Bridge on the Chelsea Embankment. I am veryproud of this period of my Mother's life and also jealous of herbeauty. She was married in her early twenties and I was her.