I had meet James before briefly at Bobs wedding couple months back, was trying to remember if he was with anyone!?!? Couldn’t really recall ‘Hey ...onny Bob said I could pick up a set of his keys …am staying at his place this weekend while they are away.‘Oh sure’ I said he said you would drop by’ Bob lived 2 doors down and to be honest I had totally forgotten about it, as it was talked about a while ago… James was a good-looking guy, mid-twenties with classic Mediterranean looks short-cropped. I have some glimpses of her while i was going to college because at that time she made their children in getting ready to school. One of my friends came to my house for taking notes of mine, fortunately or unfortunately he had seen her, and he started to ask questions about her and he forgot why he came to my house. While leaving from my house my friend said a statement that still rings in my ears that is “dengithe elanti auntyni dengali ra” (u should have to fuck with these kind of aunties). . as we get older ... we are afraid if we can attract a man. Look at us. To be sure we are not beautiful Paris models. We are the fat girls from school. The boys made fun of us. We had no lovers to catch us. Someday we might marry a farmer or such who was lonely but there would be no prince to come for us."Kat had dreams. I had dreams. We wanted a handsome man like you, Dex. But he did not come. We learned we were not beautiful but still we looked for a man who might love us. As we got older it. I waited until another kiss (not a long wait)and clasped a cheek lightly, still no reaction. Throwing caution to the wind the next attempt went under her short skirt and touched bare skin for a fleeting moment. Could I have got this lucky? Surely not even the loosest of women would venture into this environment without underwear.I waited trying desperately to rationalise a decent pause before the next attempt. This time I clasped feeling a sweaty ass and equally sweaty knickers. In.