She then started massaging my back, buttocks and legs and casually kept throwing the towel off my butt. Also, as she was massaging my back she would p...lace one of her legs up next to my hands, which she had d****d over the edge of the massage table. I would caress her legs as she massaged my back. She did this a couple of times, from both sides, and then I started to run my hand farther up her leg, until she motioned for me to turn over.She made no attempt to cover up my cock, as most others. She: no da, it’s not fair and I can see yours but it is sin seeing me.Me: ok its ok aunty sadly and she smiled and went inside but I can’t control myself so after 10 min and I went and knocked her door.Me: aunty!She: what? Sameer what you want baby.Me: aunty and I need to talk with you.She: ok say.Me: aunty I want to masturbate aunty.She: till now you’re doing that only daMe: not like that aunt and I want to masturbate seeing your masturbation.She: Sameer this is not fair I am your aunty you. "I don't need more cum, I need to get cleaned up"He ran his fingers through my hair, "Trust me. Kneel down."I did as he requested. He unzipped his pants, unleashing a monstrous black cock, which was not even hard. He held it above me. A stream of piss jetted towards me. Splashing against my face, rinsing off the cum. I opened my mouth and swallowed a mouthful of urine to quench my thirst. He continued to hose me off with his piss until it was just a trickle. I opened my mouth and drank the last. It might have been in the oddly rural crinkly orange wheat fields that interspersed Erewhon's cobbled streets and tarmac highways. It might have been on the ferry that crossed the broad rivers of Erewhon so quickly traversed by underground train but so difficult to cross by other means. And I'm sure that my first remarks were stumbling, boastful and embarrassingly juvenile. I'd probably attempted to interest her in Star Wars paraphernalia. Maybe I'd discussed the intricacies of Premier League.