There was not thought of sex or even the passions we had shared, only the sorrow of an ending. I kissed her neck gently and whispered, “You better s...ay in touch Brenda.” Her head pulled back and she rose to plant a kiss on my mouth, not as deeply passionate as we had found before, but a reminder of things to come as she too whispered, “I’ll be back in these loving arms again before long Jerry. Thank you for being you, you’re a very special man to understand why our fate brought us together and. I had the habit of checking out the side-navel and boobs of aunties wearing saree and oh boy, it was beautiful!My neighbour aunty’s boobs were tight along the blouse and one could easily figure out the size of her boobs. And her wheatish navel showing more than enough skin was making me drool in my mind.Sreeja aunty: Mone, njan vandi park cheythekunnathu correct ano ennu nokkamo? (Dear, could you check if I have parked the car correctly or not?)My neighbour aunty had to park her car outside as. It was summer holidays and very hot and I was out one day exploring the local area around a swimming lake near where i grew up, just like most young boys I would be up trees, under bushes making camps and just having fun. This day as I was exploring I found a porno mag, not really knowing what it was back then i just had a quick look at it, some pages where stuck together but that didn't stop a 12 y/o. Upon opening it and seeing pictures of naked men and women I felt a funny sensation btween my. He cut the snakes in small pieces, skewering them on three small sticks.“Duncan, you ever had roasted rattlesnake?” Eli asked, as he held the three sticks out in the rain to wash the snake meat before they cooked it.“No and I don’t think I want any, Eli. You ever ate any?”“Sure have, when it’s cooked brown over an open fire, it tastes real good.”“I’ve had it a bunch of times, Duncan. Eli is right, let it get good and brown over the fire and eat it hot, it’s as good as chicken.”“I’ll cook a.