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Even now to this day, whenever our paths cross, Aunt Karen always asks playfully how my marriage is going and after I say great she makes a face and kidding says "rats!"
Uncle Ralph died a while ago and while I knew that things weren't all that great between them and they were virtually separated by then I was worried that she would be lonely and alone, although that of course was silly.
"I've got UPS so I'm okay," she said, and when she explained that it wasn't packages that the man in brown delivered almost every day, I had to laugh. "He's not you but he isn't bad."
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Thank you for reading.
- COMMENTS
Misterteaabout 2 years agoIt's well written as a bit of fun, and there are some hilarious lines, but it isn't erotic in the slightest. Clearly that "troll" you mention actually did have a genuine point.
MisterNaturalover 9 years agoThey get tired of ripping SamuelX and having him ignore them so they branch out to the rest of us. I liked the story and the sassy aunt was a hoot, and the family was portrayed well enough to be believable. As for the kid having a big cock, if you take away that feature from literotica it would kill more than half the stories, and the aunt wasn't a knockout but a ordinary chunky woman with big boobs. Nice to think that if people make comments they could at least read.
bigkkmover 9 years agoShort and to the point with a "you are there" feel to it. Looking forward to reading more.
Anonymousover 9 years agoIt's a real pity adult literacy and joined-up thinking aren't compulsory in the schools today, if they were this lemonhead might have actually realised just how asinine his comment was; just because you can read doesn't make you literate, for the same reason that standing in a garage doesn't make you a car. I enjoyed this story, it was fun, and funny, because I followed the author's intent and suspended belief in order to enjoy the fun. Get the Popsicle stick out of your butt and try and unbend a little, you room-temperature IQ clown.
