"Rounding a barn, George gasped. "Who is THAT on your porch?"I laughed. "George, you were here before. That's my grandma." That's Hazel?... She was aw...ay when I visited you. I can't believe it. She's one attractive female, Rob." Well sure she is. But that's grandma, anyway. She's close to sixty-maybe more, we don't ask." Hard to believe..." he muttered.Dinner was a family affair; our parents joined us. They all liked George and were happy to welcome him to the ranch. Grandma flirted outrageously. “So, that’s why some women wear scarves and some don’t?” Alyssa asked. “Mostly I noticed the young women, except for Oksana and Serafima, don’t wear them, but the older ladies do.”“Yes,” I answered. “That’s something that’s up to each individual, as is the way they venerate icons. You’ve seen some people do a full prostration, others do a metania, others simply cross themselves. Do what feels right for you. I’m in the ‘in-between’ group, and I simply do a metania, but don’t follow me just to. .Me :- aree aunty abhi ke jamane me sabhi jan yehi karte hai yyahi to surwat hoti hai chudai karne ki..Me ye sab batate wakt aunty ke ekdam najdik gaya aur me aunty ko ekdam chipak ke khada hogaya aur unke pith ko sehlane laga.. Aur unko sex kaise karte hai o batane laga..Aunty:- achaa baba hame to pata nahi hai kaise karte hai..Me:- are aunty muje laga aap ko sab pata hoga aap ke aango ko dekhar har koi kahe gaa ki aap har roj achese apni chut marwati hogi aur dood ko dekhar aais lagta hai ki. When we came up for air, he gasped, “Meet me for breakfast in the park?”Lady woofed from the other side of the door and I giggled and said, “It’s unanimous.”After kissing me again, for ten minutes rather than an hour, he opened my glass door and I unlocked the wooden door. The second it was open, Lady bounded out and insisted on attention from the both of us.It was during this time I remembered to ask about the incident in the parking lot the day before. I was so bumfuzzled when he’d called I’d.