She looked at me and nodded her head in acceptance. I then performed the steps as per the cassette, I first sprinkled some water over her body using f...owers, then applied some turmeric paste on her forehead, cheeks, neck, cleavage, areolas, nipples, navel, ass cheeks and finally her pussy lips and ass hole. She was getting aroused with all my touches and started breathing heavily. She kept moaning lightly as I kept touching her boobs, navel, pussy lips and ass hole with flowers, sprinkling holy. If you must write a book with this jerk why not do it through conference calls and emails? Please don’t go with him. Don’t do this!’ As I spoke I knew I had wasted my breath as her face hardened, ‘Why do you have to be so selfish Steven? This is a wonderful chance for me and instead of your support I get castigated!’ Her features softened as she continued in a more soothing tone, ‘ It will only be a year and I will come home every three months for a long weekend. I admit that this will be a. My head lulled back as I took her in, gasping with each deep lung full of breath I took. My Super Girl was always full of stamina. She reminded me of the Energizer Bunny: she keeps pounding and pounding and pounding! The chair tilted further back. I could hear her ragged breathing and by the look on her face I could tell she was ready. It wasn’t that she couldn’t have multiples; she just liked one gigantic tidal wave of pleasure.“Anni! I’m gonna!” Her face was so close that my tongue darted out. It reminded me of my Aunt Bessie's "parlor" back home which was reserved for female chatter and the drinking of tea.I didn't know what to expect and was pleasantly surprised to find that Claire Poindexter looked more like a mature female in her mid-forties than her advertised age of 57 her sister had insisted was correct.The first thing that impressed me about Claire was her eyes. They were deep. So deep that one could get lost inside and never find their way back out again. Then there was her.