” Thus a new story was born which I heard told many times to aunts, uncles, cousins, and grandparents when they came to visit.Visiting relatives wa... the way that our family took vacations. Most often they would come for a week or we would go stay for a week. It was a rare month that passed without a visiting relative. This was always a good time during which stories would be exchanged. Most families were larger than ours which consisted of my parents, my sister, and me. If my count is. Bob walked round and opened the car door for her and gave her his hand to guide her out, Frankie pulled at her skirt trying to pull it as far down as she could though it was only 19” in total anyway there wasn’t much pulling she could do, so she walked to the door with Bob close behind her, no sooner had she closed the door then Bob’s fingers where back inside her pussy punching away at her g-spot while she tried to walk in the house, she gave in to him in the hallway and just let him do what. He reached down and grabbed her ass and pulled her tight and moaned."Wait here," Jenny said pushing Jim down on the front porch swing abruptly. "I'll get us something to drink."Jim moaned in frustration as he sat down.As Jenny walked into the kitchen, she saw Katie getting a cup of hot tea."How was your date?" Katie asked."It was great but... " Jenny stopped."But what?" Jim wants me to move in with him." Oh," Katie said. "Are you going to?" I don't know. I love him but I don't want to give up. I met a north Indian lady who was probably 35 called Bhawana at the shack. She was traveling alone and we started having a conversation and kinda hit it off. She would drop by my shack and come chill with me.By the way, I play some really good music at the shack as well. Mainly classics, rock n roll, blues which attracted a lot of people to drop by. I also would organize jam nights and different people would pick up their guitars, djembe, mouth organ and perform. The place was lively with good.