She said her name was Holly and she lived just two houses down the street. If I was interested in a cold drink or some refreshments. I said that that ...ould be great but that i had to unpack my car first. Specially some groceries before they spoiled in the heat.Well, she said, the invitation stands, just come on over when you are done, I live in the yellow house just over there. The front door is not locked, so if I do not answer the doorbell, just walk in, when I am in the back of the house I. I'm a long way from being a literary critic but I have to tell you the guy had an incredible talent. I'd never read a porno story before but it wasn't what I expected. I figured it would be non-stop fucking and sucking but Kenny's stories had actual plots. Every sex scene was in the right place at the right time. It read so smoothly and with such sensitivity that you felt like part of the story; you know, like you do when you're really getting into a good novel. In no time flat, I was tugging. ’ No, I heard her right. It was the third time I heard someone say that after meeting me. I was freaking out inside, but tried to keep a calm demeaner. ‘What is it, Michael?’ Margie asked, apparently seeing the look on my face. I forgot that she was even in the room as Dianne told me the story of her life. ‘It’s nothing, Margie, It’s just that I’ve heard that before,’ I answered. ‘So, that’s why Margie and me, well, get together every once in awhile,’ Dianne continued. ‘We don’t have to worry. Iske karan aksar mere rishtedaar bhabhi chachi bua mere se baat karti rehti hai or aksar sat ke betha karti hai. Mere samne toh aapne kapde bhi thik nahi karte matlab bina pallu ke bethna chuccho ki cleavage toh mein roj he dekhta hu.. Meri joint family hai iske karan kabhi baat aage nahi badh payi..Lekin kismat ghar pe nahi toh bahar he chal gayi jab meine ek olx pe ad dekhkar ek aunty ko pataya or unko khush kia or ajkal daily karta hu. Meri darling aunty ka naam hai kavita dikhne me gajab...