" Can you repair antique boat engines?" he asked. "I've got to get thatold wooden boat docked over there running by tomorrow." Gesturing towardthe boa...t that appeared to date back to the late 1920's or early 30's."Tell you what. If I get it going, is the job mine?" You'll work for nothing?" he asked. "What if you get it running, and Idon't hire you?" I'll take a chance, if you'll take a chance," I said, believing that myactions had been honorable and natural."Go ahead. The tools are in the shed.. Diane got me out of myclothes and set about shaving me all over while I was passed out drunk.She had left me some pubic hair around my penis but otherwise my bodywas now hairless from the neck down. She had shaved my face and mysideburns. Although when it came to my eyebrows she had arched them ina feminine style rather than shave them off completely.When I woke I found out that I had no clean underwear or indeed anyother clothes although Diane told me some of it was in the machine."You have. Men were supposed to get bored when they were stuck with a single woman, weren't they?The melody on the stereo changed, its tempo speeding up into a dramatic, flowing piece. Her body responded almost unconsciously to it, the muscles under his hands firming up, the fingers on his arm began to move in tandem with the music. Outside, lightning flashed again, highlighting both their bodies in silver. His hands continued to stroke her side as she watched the rain start to fall. Then suddenly without. Suddenly I noticed that Aunt Penny's breathing was becoming quicker, and then I detected a slight aroma, a very familiar aroma--that of an aroused woman's secretions."Aha!" I thought. "So this is it. There's not a damned thing wrong with my gorgeous aunt that a good hard prick couldn't cure!" Well, I had that all right. It was about to burst through my khakis.My kneading and squeezing gradually changed to petting and fondling as my fingers moved inexorably upward toward that ass and that.