I don't just love them, it's a kind of obsession! I will now tell you how I became Granny-Fucker. I was 19 when I moved to Cologne to get an education... I lived in a narrow street where the houses opposite are close to each other (there are many streets like that in Cologne). The Granny (I call her that way), an old lady (later I've learned that she was 66), lived directly opposite; my balcony was right against her window. Shortly after I moved into my apartment, I realized that she was watching. ..”“Zayde!” “Ahuv!” The dual shouts came from Lavi and her grandmother.I remained silent, deciding to not to antagonize two generations of Heller women. When it was obvious I wasn’t going to elaborate Saul decided to move things along. He picked up a biscuit. “These are very irregular.”“Drop biscuits,” I said. “And the red eye gravy is made with beef drippings instead of ham. The butter is plant based so it is all kosher. I couldn’t find grits from a kosher grocery but I verified with the farm. "I thought I could dance a little, but this..." All Kennedy could do was shake her head in amazement."Would you dance a slow one with me?" Deb asked.Kennedy turned to her. "You want me," she told Deb.Deb shrugged. "I wouldn't put it quite like that, but yes." I'm not ready, okay?"Deb laughed at her. "I asked you to dance, not to go to bed, Kennedy. It's fine and wonderful being bright, smart, intelligent and all of that. But use some common sense, sometimes. Now and again, people mean what they. I so want you but here I do not know. I can’t. I just can’t, she told herself. Then she said “Not here at least” she said. “I do know I loved what happened but not here Robert, not here in my office.” She held his hand on her tits for a moment as they lay side by side facing each other. She smiled and kissed him on the nose. Then kissed his lips. Then she whispered “I’ll get you my address and you can come over. Then you and I can roll around all night long like this.” “God Hannah you so turn.