She never questions this or even give an angry look. Only approving looks came from her. After a week she called me to her room one afternoon when we ...were aloneAunty: I am having a severe back pain. Can you massage?Me: Sure AuntyAunty: Its because Shivetta can’t touch me, or i wouldn’t have bothered you.This made me realize what she wanted.She removed her saree and lay face down on bed in blouse and petticoat and gave me oil. I slowly massaged her lower back for some time. I was enjoying the. I’d stocked up at a Safeway in Redding with everything I’d need. I took it slow towards the east on the Pit River arm of the huge lake … it has a surface area of about thirty-thousand acres. About six I turned off to a side arm that cut off to the south, where a small creek flowed into the lake. It was a place I knew well and as expected, there was no one there. I got the houseboat anchored and everything set up, and then made a light dinner. I read for a while. I’d found a book written by some. “ “I can think of a way,” I said (being helpful).Everyone looked at me, quizzically. “I mean, I’m not suggesting this, but it can be measured. It’s how long the man can hold out before he comes. The woman who can bring the man to orgasm first has the best technique.”There was dead silence. A lot of visualization going on. Finally, Veronica spoke.“There is a flaw in that logic. The man is the variable. Not all men will climax the same.”“You’re right,” I answered. “Unless the women are. I stood and kissed him again , I asked what he liked , he looked a little puzzled , he responded , that he had only done this a few times and was not so experienced , I swooned again , to have such a beauty and not that well versed in matters of the flesh , I dropped back to my Knees and sucked him , I then turned him round and buried my face deep into his wonderful fleshy bum cheeks , my tongue sought out his tight bum hole which just opened like a flower and sucked back on my probing tongue ,.