She’d make a better daughter-in-law than Maureen.’ Maureen was my brother’s wife. Dad didn’t like her much but was polite and friendly to her ...ecause that’s how he was brought up. ‘Of course, it’s up to you,’ dad concluded, ‘but in your shoes I’d have kissed her quick. In case someone else does.’ He was right and I knew it, but then he was a bit of a swashbuckling pirate. I was too much of a thinker. We caught up with the football once we were back at dad’s but I have to admit I didn’t really. Meg is sprawled out on the couch with headphones in her ears and a notebook in her hand. She writes vigorously with a green inked pen, yet that isn’t what he stares at. Her auburn hair is tied in a high ponytail, draping over a skimpy purple tank top and tiny black shorts that barely cover her ample rear. Her pale legs swing back and forth as she writes, humming to the tune blasting in her earbuds with her thick glasses balanced precariously on her nose. Danny shuts the door silently and. On the first floor, a family used to reside. The apartment design was in such a way that we could oversee the balcony of first floor completely.The first few months passed out pretty plain except for the excitement of the new job. Oh yes! I used to watch porn more often and masturbate. But, I was still longing for the real experience. It all started on one Sunday. The maid for the first floor didn’t turn up for almost 2 weeks. (The same maid works for us too).So, I saw a lady washing clothes in. For that there is a big snake like curved que that we had to pass through even after getting the tickets bought. One has to stand and they will allow in batches through a series of doors. So we started together in the que. Suddenly the museum admin thought something and broke the que into two parallel que’s. The crowd is so much there that the security people do things as if they are handling a mob. So in the process I and my old wife got separated from each other to different que’s. This.