It felt wonderful to be back in his arms. All the doubts I had since we last met just melted away. He stood up and asked me to pose for a couple of pi...tures. He again said how he loved my outfit. I wasn’t crazy about having my picture taken but he insisted. He told me I was the most beautiful girl he had ever met; I did as he told me.He then asked me to take him to my bedroom. I had never taken a boy to my room before but I obeyed. I took his hand and lead him to my bedroom. He made some. I know she really appreciates this, as it does seem to motivate her to get them done, before she goes to bed.Another symptom of ageing is complaining, I think. For example, she will say that it is difficult for her to find time to pay the monthly bills during her lunch hour. But, boys, we take ‘em for better or worse, so I just smile and offer encouragement. I tell her to stretch it out over two, or even three days. That way, she won’t have to rush so much. I also remind her that missing lunch. " Andrealooked at me in horror. "You can't make me do that!" she gasped. I just laughed. "Get on with it or you'll still be naked when she comes home." Andreagasped and ran to the bathroom. I went downstairs and collected mytrousers. I did not mean to frighten Gillian too soon. While Andrea wasdrying her hair I had a quick shower, slipped my trousers on and lay on thebed. Andrea came naked out of the bathroom. "Please let me get dressed before my daughter comes home," she begged. Ilooked at her. Alka disliked him and always told us that Akash kept staring at her boobs and often peeped at her. She told us that whenever she complained to her mother, her mother took his side and said he is only a boy. We three thought that Alka deserved this as she was always acting saintly and innocent.Well, this story is about Alka’s birthday and the celebration. We three decided that we would make her birthday a memorable one and something that she would always remember and either hate us or love us.